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.

in the

glanced at the rearview mirror, looking worried. "Mr. Kennedy, you

the car window with a

push it. He glanced again at the blurry shadows in

it cool leaving Quinn there

"Nope," Alexander replied.

we bail?"

didn't, how would Landon show up?" Alexander

getting the

was still hopping, and the dance floor was packed with people who didn't know the meaning of tired. Sean and Matthew were squatting in a corner, nursing their drinks,

music was both deafening and oddly soothing; after a while, it started to

were about to nod off, Matthew

and he saw Walter and

the pack, with Alistair and Hetastian looking plastered and needing

jumped up