Love Unspoken

Quinn turned her head, dodging his stare. "I didn't."

"So why can't you make up your mind?" Walter shot back.

He wanted Quinn to make the call, not 'cause he cared about her opinion, but 'cause he wanted her to say she'd off Alexander. That way, she couldn't blame him later. By saying it out loud, it'd be like she did the deed herself, leaving no one else to point fingers at.

"What do you really want?" Quinn asked, locking eyes with him, confusion all over her face. "You always use revenge as an excuse to make me kill him. Do you actually want revenge, or just to kill him? You know the Mellon family stuff has nothing to do with him. Landon's part of the Kennedy family too. Why not kill him? Why do you hate him more than I do?"

Walter stared at her, his gaze unreadable, making Quinn's skin crawl. Her voice got softer as she spoke.

Walter stepped forward, and Quinn instinctively backed up, bumping into the dressing table. She was cornered.

He looked right at her and said slowly, "Quinn, do you really wanna know what I wanna do?"

There was a hint of menace in his eyes, and Quinn felt a chill run down her spine.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the table, her confidence slipping away. "What do you wanna do?" she asked.

Walter kept closing in, stopping just before they touched. He placed his hands on either side of her, trapping her.

With a smirk, he enjoyed her panicked look.

"Let me tell you why he deserves to die 'cause you fell for him," Walter said coldly.

Quinn froze.

He went on, "If you had fallen for Landon, he'd deserve to die too. Or if you had fallen for Orion, Oliver, or some random guy on the street, it wouldn't matter-they'd all deserve to die." Quinn's eyes widened, nerves kicking in.

He raised his hand, pinching her chin, his thumb gently stroking it. "Quinn, you don't really think I stayed in this dump with you just to hide from Alexander, do you?"

Quinn shoved him away, her face pale, fingers trembling.

"That's not what you said before," she said.

She remembered every word he had said.

He claimed he wasn't interested in her, especially a woman who'd been with Alexander.

He hated her for loving the enemy, for betraying the Mellon family.

He hated her so much he wanted to strangle her.

"Of course," Walter said, looking away. "Thinking about it now, it still feels gross."

Quinn pressed her lips together. Turns out Alexander wasn't the only one who was nuts.

Walter seemed to be mulling something over, his eyes conflicted. "But I can't blame you. After all, you don't remember anything. If it weren't for the Kennedy family, the time you spent with him should've been with me." He looked at Quinn again. "What does this feel like? It's like he took something that was mine and messed it up."NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

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Walter thought for a bit. He couldn't figure out his feelings for Quinn.

But it definitely wasn't love.

"Forget it. Let's just kill him." Walter sighed, touching Quinn's cheek. "This time, you won't get in the way, right?"

Quinn slapped his hand away. "You're nuts too."

Walter smiled, not denying it.

Quinn said, "Since I gross you out so much, there's no need for me to stick around and make you uncomfortable."

She turned to leave.

But Walter yanked her back, pinning her against the wall. "You've wanted to leave for a while, haven't you? Aren't you happy to finally say it out loud?" he said, his voice icy.