Love Unspoken

By Alexander's side, she had been nothing more than a caged dog. He would stroke her gently when he was in a good mood, and cast her aside when he wasn't, forbidding her from seeking affection elsewhere. She had no dignity. To everyone around her, she was a laughingstock.

How could she possibly put Abigail at risk for the sake of her insignificant shred of dignity?

Walter watched her intently, the smile in his eyes fading slightly, replaced by a glint of something unreadable. Her disheveled hair truly did make her resemble a small, pitiful dog.

Quinn finished the last of the food, biting her lip as she looked up at Walter, a hidden light flickering in her eyes. Despite believing that she had no dignity left, the humiliation still rushed back to her in waves, leaving her feeling trapped and cornered.

felt a weight lift from her body. She slid from the chair, landing lightly on the floor like a feather.

sound of the water. "If you wait for me to do

mix of shame, anger, and fear. She was overwhelmed with emotions, yet she couldn't express

thing that caught Walter's attention was her reddened eyes and disheveled hair. A woman looking at a man with humiliation in her eyes could stir a man's desire for conquest and dominance, especially if she was beautiful. Walter stared back at her,

shirt, her mind racing. Walter lost his patience and dropped the showerhead. It hit the

Quinn's arm and yanked her towards him. Quinn instinctively wrapped