Love Unspoken

Chapter 1175

They hung around till it got dark.

No bad news from anywhere else. Alistair and Hetastian chewed it over and decided to pull their crew outta the canyon, ditching the whole Landon vs. Alexander drama. When they made the call, turns out their people had already bailed-and not just bailed, but took off with the Obsidian Circle.

As soon as Obsidian Circle gave 'em the nod, those mercs bolted, scared they'd miss the boat if they dragged their feet.

Alistair was so pissed he smashed his phone and yelled, "Those bastards!"

"Forget it. Let's bounce. It's too sketchy to hang around." Hetastian hopped into the car by the curb and took off first.

Alistair thought about giving Landon a heads-up, but then remembered how Landon had stirred the pot with Alexander, costing them big time, and figured it wasn't worth the hassle. They didn't need Landon's backup like they did a couple years ago anyway.

Meanwhile, Landon was clueless. He saw the choppers pulling out of the jungle and knew something was up, so he grabbed the walkie-talkie to get the lowdown.

stormy. He ditched the search for Alexander

deep, and even without any detours, it was already past midnight when he

Alexander was pointless now. He still

was still in his grip, he had to

would definitely give a damn

nights in the jungle, Quinn felt like she was in some weird dream,

found herself in Alexander's arms. They were both still on the ground,

like crap, but the physical

weakly. She didn't wanna think about what had

at

knows if it was from exhaustion or

up again, it was already bright outside, and Alexander was nowhere in sight. She was lying on the ground alone, wrapped tight in Alexander's clothes. Already weak, the clothes felt like a ton of bricks, making it

move.