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...
"I told you once pretty boy I'm not telling you again!" Quinn squared up against the Daxam prince, she was tired of his growing selfish attitude, this time it had taken something as little as him stepping on her toe for her to explode.
She had tried to understand what both Kara and Imra saw in him, she had struggled to come up with any at all. He was a petulant child with all the charisma of an asthmatic ant.
"It was an accident." He shrugged.
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"Just back off Quinn he apologized." Kara stood by him.
Quinn rolled her eyes "No he did not apologize, but then does he ever apologize for anything he does?, the hamster I had when I was eight years old had more brains than he does."
What's wrong with this woman?
Behind her she heard a chuckle, Kara glared at her elder sister.
"Come on Quinn I think you need some air before you kill someone." Alex took her hand and pulled her away, Quinn reluctantly complying.
" Everyone is safe except that dickhead! " She exclaimed.
Outside Quinn was pleased by the feel of the wind blowing against her face, her hair flowing with it.
Alex stood in front of her.
"Come on what is wrong!"
" I don't know if you've not noticed Alex but that guy is a massive moron! " Did no one else see it?
"Yeah I know that, but what is wrong with you I swear you've been like a bear with a sore head for a month now."
Quinn turned her face away, she didn't want to show the emotions there. "I'm fine."
" Your really not Quinn, ever since you came back. " Her dark eyes shone with worry.
Quinn had spent a lot of time thinking about Sara but something else was getting at her, the woman who had been butchered the scene kept replaying in her mind.
She sighed.
"You can tell me, Quinn."
" Not here Alex, somewhere private. "
The brunette nodded. "My place?"
" Perfect. "
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Quinn sat on the couch watching as Alex fussed around her kitchen coffee it seemed took a long time to make.
She was growing more nervous.
"So tell me what's up." She finally sat next to her.
