Misunderstandings

Vespera frowned as she watched Quinn saunter around her living room like he owned the place. "Quinn, how did you find out where I live?"

Quinn flashed a sly grin. "I went to your family house. Yvonne told me."

Vespera's eyes darkened. Why would Yvonne willingly give Quinn her address? She was definitely up to no good. "If you don't have any business here, you should leave. I'm busy."

"Come on, V," Quinn said with a simpering smile. "Remember what I asked you last time? About hooking me up with Alaric?"

"I—"

"You can't say you don't have any pull with him anymore," Quinn interrupted, stepping closer. "Word on the street is that Alaric absolutely adores you. Just help a guy out, will you?"

Vespera stepped back, irritated. She opened the door. "Please leave. I already told you I can't help with this."

"V!" Quinn grabbed her arm. "Just this once! I promise I'll never bother you again!"

"No!" Vespera said firmly.

"Have you forgotten how good I was to you back in the day?" Quinn pressed.

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