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.

heard the scoop, his face turned stormy. He ditched the search

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

for Alexander was pointless now. He still had a trump

his grip, he had to

not mean squat to Alexander, but Quinn would definitely give a damn about her,

day and two nights in the jungle, Quinn felt like

were both still on the ground, and she

but the physical pain was worse than

flashed through her mind, and she shut her eyes weakly. She didn't wanna think about what had happened, 'cause the shame would make her wanna

still dim. She stared at the vines at the cave entrance and soon

if it was from exhaustion

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

move.