Love Unspoken

Quinn's eyes were wide open, riveted on the newcomer. Her gaze travelled from his long legs, up to his waist, and finally rested on the curve of his mouth. It was Walter.

Never in her wildest dreams had Quinn imagined that Walter would be the one binding her. She writhed in her restraints once more, but it was futile. The ropes bit into her wrists and ankles, holding her captive and leaving her with nothing but the desperate plea in her eyes as her only form of communication.

Walter closed the distance between them, bending down slightly to lock eyes with the terrified Quinn.

"Quinn, you seem surprised," he said, his voice laced with a feigned tenderness.

"And why wouldn't you be? After all, who would have thought it was me? I wonder if Alexander has pieced it together yet?" His voice was gentle, almost casual. If Quinn hadn't been bound, she might have mistaken his tone for friendly banter. Quinn's eyes shimmered with unvoiced questions as she held Walter's gaze steadfastly.

Walter's smile deepened, and he playfully quipped, "You're wondering why I brought you here, why I kidnapped you, aren't you?"

She clamped her lips together, revealing nothing. But indeed, these were the very questions that haunted her.

Walter extended his hand, his fingers icy as they brushed her face, sending shivers down her spine.

anything, can you?" he mused, his eyes

eyes filling with

the

smile, his eyes were devoid of warmth, his

could recover from the pain, Walter jerked his wrist, and she, along with the chair, crashed to the floor. Her head hit the ground with a thud, darkness

a sharp tug on her

voice as smooth as silk. But to Quinn, it sounded more like a

from all sides, penetrating her pores and freezing her blood. Finally, she regained her composure and opened her eyes to

had been right all along.

years at The Kennedys, everyone had thought him to be humble,

front of Quinn, was the most

which were bound so tightly she

with her either.