Love Unspoken

In the same instant, Walter's eyes fluttered open, a smile of amusement playing on his lips as he gazed down at her.

Quinn, who had been sprawled on the ground, pressed her lips together in a thin line and retreated without a word. She took her place obediently by Walter's side. He observed her for a moment, his smile lingering, before closing his eyes

once more.

Quinn sat in silence beside him, her gaze drifting down to the rope that bound her ankle. The cord was thin, no thicker than a shoelace, yet it was knotted in a way that defied her attempts to untie it.

After a futile struggle with the knot, she slumped back against the tree trunk, exhaustion washing over her. Eventually, she abandoned her efforts to free herself and succumbed to the lull of sleep.

When she stirred awake, she found herself in a car. Lifting her gaze, she saw Walter seated beside her, still clad in the same suit that now bore a traditional touch.

Strands of hair framed his face, partially obscuring his cheek and making it difficult for Quinn to decipher his expression. She attempted to sit up and peered outside.

onslaught against the

current location. Quietly, she redirected her gaze to the interior of

restrained. "Brother!"

herself, Freya sat across from him. Her face was noticeably pale, her eyes devoid of life, yet a spark of hope lingered. "Brother, Walter, he..." she began, but Alexander cut her off with a

"Yes," Alexander confirmed.

turned a shade

away. She had steeled herself the moment she caught sight of the documents, but hearing Alexander's words in person still managed to shatter her

answer hung heavily in the silence. Freya stared blankly at the desk before turning back to Alexander, a thought seemingly striking her. "Bro, can I... can I still

The word was music to her ears, the weight she had felt in her throat sinking

trial, what

for the complete experience-all

opened her mouth to say something more, but Alexander was already rising