Quinn Wilson is scarred and damaged, heartbroken and plagued with guilt because of the lose of the woman she loved, but long before that being the daughter of Slade Wilson and Adeline Kane will do things to a person.
Fate has bigger plans than she...
"You know it's not polite to let a lady drink on her own."
Quinn rolled her eyes at the silky voice, such a cliche line to use.
"I know I'm not worried your not much of a lady, to begin with."
" That is harsh, and I was thinking about buying you a drink. " The blonde woman was smiling at her profile, Quinn didn't dare turn her face to meet those sparkling blue eyes.
"I'm good thanks, Sara."
" Come on just one, we used to be friends. "
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Quinn turned on her stool to face her. "We were never friends Sara and you know that."
"I considered you a friend."
Quinn laughed bitterly "No Sara you laughed at me, used me as a joke until that day on the island and suddenly I wasn't so laughable anymore."
Sara's face fell. "You tried to save me."
" Yeah well, it didn't work. "
"I think you should give me a chance, at least a second one."
" No, and you can go back and tell Queen I said that too. "
Quinn turned back to face the bar, hoping she would give up and go home, and somewhere deep down hoping she didn't and that she would stay.
"I think you are too afraid to say yes, I think you're afraid I would be too much for you." She purred, her lips caressing the shell of her ear.
Quinn shivered at the feeling. "Why would I be afraid?"
"Maybe you won't be able to forget me."
Quinn resisted the urge to laugh, she was already in that situation and the closest she had ever come to her was standing next to her right now, she was already doomed in this scenario.
"Come on give me a chance."
"And I asked you before Sara what is my father up to now?"
" You aren't convinced, are you? "
Quinn shook her head, no.
"More scheming from Slade Wilson." She shrugged.
" Sara that day I pleaded with that man to stop what he was doing, it didn't work, what makes you think I can stop him now? " She remembered the humiliation of begging her own father until tears streamed freely and rapidly from her eyes, he had still turned his back and continued his plan.
She ignored the pain of what happened after that when they returned home how she had become a pawn to her father's dreams of domination. Her role as a femme fatale had been well and truly sealed she was still recovering from it now, she'd seduced men and women for his goals and dreams all the while crushing her own spirit, so she had flown his grasp and freed herself.
