Love Unspoken

The flicker in Alexander's gaze was unmistakable as he took in the palpable panic that danced in her eyes. Moments later, his hand retreated, and he set off on a direct course for Rivercourt Estates.

Upon arrival, he made a beeline for his study, leaving Quinn in the solitude of their bedroom. She found herself cocooned in the comforter, her mind a whirlwind of disturbing images from the morgue and the haunting words Alexander had spoken.

She couldn't help but draw a connection between the harrowing incident and Alexander himself. That night, sleep eluded Quinn. Each time she dared to close her eyes, nightmarish visions plagued her. She was thrust into a dream where Valerie was caught in a desperate struggle amidst a raging inferno.

As the dream reached its climax, Quinn found herself being consumed by the flames. The heat was so suffocating that even upon waking, the sensation of burning seemed to linger on her skin.

With a gasp, Quinn's eyes shot open, her gaze fixated on the ceiling until the distant rumble of thunder brought her back to reality. She turned her head to peer outside.

cascading down. The newly installed protective mesh stood sentinel by the windows, its slender wires creating a stark division between the villa and the world beyond, akin to a cage. Turning

knocking

Alexander was home. A quick glance at the clock revealed it was already half-past ten, though the gloomy outdoors had led her to believe it was

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approached the door, peering through the peephole. The sight that greeted her was none other than a rain-soaked Freya, pounding on

the door, quick!" "Open up!" After a moment's hesitation, Quinn reached for the doorknob and

brought a flicker of relief to Freya's face. She brushed past Quinn, rushing inside

her search for Alexander proving fruitless. Quinn remained at the

frantic Freya returned downstairs, seizing Quinn's arm as she demanded, "Where is he? Where did my brother go?" Quinn could only shake her head; she had no inkling of Alexander's whereabouts. Freya's panic was escalating. She had checked his office, called Getty, and now their