Love Unspoken

Quinn shot Landon a puzzled look.

But Landon? He didn't even glance her way. Instead, he turned to the dude next to him and asked, "You find him yet?"

"Yeah, we got him. He's here," the guy replied.

"Called it." Landon pocketed Quinn's phone and mused, "He knows."

"Knows what?" the sidekick asked.

Landon gave Quinn a loaded look. "Knows she's with me."

"Let's head back. We got his location," Landon ordered.

The driver up front heard him, spun the car around, and headed back the way they came.

But the crew tracking Alexander kept on it. They watched the red dot on the screen, zeroing in on his spot.

His location kept shifting, and fast.

They had no choice but to keep tailing him. After almost 62 miles, they finally caught up to the phone's signal on a crowded street.

The street was a mess. Barely three feet wide, packed with people, making it a nightmare to navigate.

"Here we are." One of them checked the tablet; they were right on top of the red dot.

But looking around, no sign of Alexander.

Another guy pulled out a phone and dialed Alexander's number. The phone rang nearby, and they grabbed the man in front of them. The guy turned around, clearly a local, and glared at them. "What do you want?"

The group exchanged looks and snatched the ringing phone from the guy's pocket. The number on the screen was theirs.

So, the phone was Alexander's, but the dude holding it wasn't.

This guy had carried the phone for nearly 62 miles, and who knows where Alexander had gone in the meantime.

They lost Alexander's trail again.

When Landon got the news, he didn't even flinch. Alexander had figured out Quinn's call and left himself an escape route.

Now both of them were in the dark, neither knowing the other's location, stuck in a stalemate.

To break it, one of them had to make a move.

Landon looked at Quinn and suddenly lifted her face. "Looks like we need a new plan."

Quinn's eyes flickered. "What are you gonna do?"Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Remember Alistair?" Landon asked.

Thinking she might not, he added, "The bearded guy from the cruise. He's always had a thing for you."

Quinn's body tensed as bad memories rushed back, her face paling.

"But he only likes the silent version of you. Should I cut out your tongue or sew your mouth shut?" Landon said casually, like he was discussing dinner plans. Quinn sat on the ground, trembling. "Don't blame me. It's Alexander who's hiding. I gotta draw him out," Landon said.

He leaned his chin on one hand, tapping his jaw, while his other hand gently stroked Quinn's chin. "I didn't want to hurt you," he said regretfully.

Furious, Quinn slapped his hand away and glared at him. "Is this all you got? Using women as pawns?" she snapped.

Landon didn't get mad. Instead, he smirked and said, "Any pawn that works is good. Capturing you saves me trouble. Why waste effort on anything else?"