Love Unspoken

Outside, it was dark as hell. Folks around here hit the sack early, so there wasn't a soul in sight, not even a stray cat.

Quinn just hovered by the doorway. She was wearing the new outfit she bought in town today a thin black floral dress that wasn't doing much against the evening chill. She rubbed her arms, feeling the cold. There was this old tree stump stool by the door, so she plopped down on it for a bit.

After about half an hour, she figured Alexander must be out cold by now, so she got up and headed back inside.

But the second she stepped in, the place was empty. She looked around, but there was no sign of Alexander.

The old window was wide open, letting in a breeze.

He bailed!

Quinn realized she'd been played again. She knew his injuries well enough to know he couldn't just walk out without her noticing. For a moment, she was fuming.

She kicked the bed in frustration.

"Go ahead and die out there for all I care!" Quinn muttered angrily.

the car,

at the rearview mirror, looking worried. "Mr.

the car window with a cigarette dangling from his

the blurry shadows in the rearview mirror

Quinn there

"Nope," Alexander replied.

we

didn't, how would

nodded, getting the

with people who didn't know the meaning of tired. Sean and

soothing; after a

were about to nod

saw Walter and the others coming

leading the pack, with Alistair and Hetastian looking plastered and needing help

Matthew jumped up to follow