Love Unspoken

The next day, Quinn woke up and immediately glanced to the side. Alexander was already gone.

She rubbed her eyes, got out of bed, and wandered outside. There he was, lounging on that familiar wicker chair, with Sean yammering beside him. Sean was giving the lowdown on Alistair.

Alistair was still hanging in there. He'd made it this far, but he was barely clinging to life now, ready to kick the bucket any second.

Alexander, cool as a cucumber, said, "Don't let him die. Dying like this ain't enough payback."

"I got it. Already got a doc to patch him up," Sean replied.

"Make sure he gets his monthly dose of supplements," Alexander reminded.

Sean wiped the sweat off his forehead. He remembered seeing Alistair last night. In just ten days, the guy had wasted away. If he kept taking that medicine every month, Sean doubted he'd make it to the second month. "Understood," Sean said.

"Still no sign of Landon?" Alexander asked.

"Nope, we lost him last time, and now he's MIA. Walter knows we're on his tail, so he's just wandering around," Sean responded.

The folks tracking Walter had no clue if Landon was tagging along.

Sean, scratching his head, asked, "Didn't you say he and Landon had a falling out? Why's he still helping Landon run?"

"When have you ever seen them get along?" Alexander shot back.

"True," Sean said with a nod.

"They're not buddies anymore, but they can still use each other, right?" Alexander said, still carving the wood in his hand. "Walter's a real piece of work," Sean said through gritted teeth.

Alexander just smirked without saying a word.

Quinn walked up to them. Sean saw her and greeted, "Mrs. Kennedy."

Quinn looked annoyed. "I told you not to call me that."

"Okay, Mrs. Kennedy," Sean said, not missing a beat.

Quinn was about to blow a fuse.

Sensing the tension, Sean quickly said his goodbyes to Alexander and skedaddled.

Quinn's eyes landed on Alexander, giving him a once-over. He looked better, not as pale as before.

"Feeling better?" she asked.

Alexander glanced at her. "You worried about me or Abigail?"

Just as Quinn was about to answer, Alexander cut her off, "Alright, no need to say it. Let's just say you're worried about me."

He shut down whatever Quinn was gonna say.

"Can I get a new phone card here?" Quinn changed the subject.

"What do you think?" Alexander shot back.

Quinn sighed, realizing it was a no-go.

Alexander's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he suddenly smiled and said, "Bored?"

"No," Quinn said.

Boredom was part of it; she was more worried about Abigail and wanted to get out of there ASAP. Alexander stood up, grabbed her hand, and started walking. "Let's go."

Quinn was stunned. "Where to?"

"Taking you out for a walk," Alexander said.

Quinn frowned, confused. What was there to see here?All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

She'd been here forever and hadn't seen a single interesting spot. Everything was just bleak.

Because of her bad vibes about the place, she hadn't dared to go out alone. She didn't even leave the village, scared she might run into trouble. Alexander drove for a long time.

Only then did Quinn realize not all places here were desolate. There were bustling areas, tall buildings, and some pretty fancy spots.

Initially uninterested, she immediately perked up and widened her eyes when she saw those buildings.

Quinn thought of something else. "There should be a proper hospital here, right?" she asked.