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Chapter_56
Quinn’s heart sank as her gaze locked with Alexander’s. The moment she met his icy stare, everything around her seemed to freeze—her body stiffened, and her breath caught in her throat.
Abigail, sensing the shift, turned to look at the man who had emerged from the car. Her lips curled into a subtle sneer, but she didn’t flinch. “Well, well. If it isn’t Prince Charming himself,” she muttered, her voice laced with mockery.
Alexander didn’t respond, his focus entirely on Quinn, his expression dark and unreadable. Quinn, still struggling to sit up, could barely muster the courage to look him in the eye. Her arm throbbed with pain, and the weight of his presence only made her feel more vulnerable.
“Are you both insane?” Alexander’s voice was low, but it carried an unmistakable edge. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Abigail stepped forward, her posture unyielding. “Taking a ride. Care to join us?” She didn’t back down, clearly unafraid of Alexander’s anger. “But I guess it’s too much to expect a man like you to understand fun.”
Quinn winced as she tried to get up, her injured wrist sending sharp jolts of pain through her arm. “Abigail, please,” she said softly, her voice shaky. The last thing she needed was more tension between the two of them—especially with Alexander looking like he was about to snap.
“Stay out of this, Quinn,” Alexander snapped, his eyes never leaving Abigail. His tone was cold, detached, and it made Quinn’s stomach churn. She had seen him angry before, but this was different. This felt like a storm that was about to tear everything apart.
Abigail’s smirk only deepened, her confidence unwavering. “You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to argue with you, pretty boy.” She turned to Quinn, her gaze softening as she offered her a hand. “Come on. Let’s get you checked out. You’ve had enough of this guy for one day.”
Quinn hesitated. Her body screamed for escape, for the comfort of Abigail’s freedom, but her heart was tethered to Alexander. Even now, as he loomed over them like a shadow, she couldn’t help but feel an unexplainable pull toward him.
“Quinn,” Alexander’s voice was softer now, but there was a weight to it, something desperate, as if he was trying to keep hold of her even while he was losing control. “Let me help you.”
But Quinn didn’t move. She simply stared at him, torn between two worlds—the one with him, full of uncertainty and fear, and the one with Abigail, offering freedom and the unknown.
“I’m fine,” Quinn whispered, pulling herself to her feet with Abigail’s assistance. The pain in her arm was sharp, but it was bearable. “I don’t need you, Alexander. Not anymore.”
The words stung. Alexander’s face hardened, the storm behind his eyes intensifying. But before he could say anything else, Abigail cut him off with a mocking laugh. “You’re really good at this, aren’t you? Playing the hero, acting like you can control everything. Newsflash: you can’t control her, not anymore.”
With a final, piercing glance at Alexander, Abigail helped Quinn onto the motorcycle again. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice firm and unwavering.
As the engine roared to life, Quinn felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the rush of adrenaline as the motorcycle sped down the road, the wind whipping past her. For the first time in a long while, she felt like she was escaping. But deep down, she knew it wouldn’t be that simple. There were still so many things left unsaid, so many emotions tied to Alexander, and she couldn’t run from that forever.
As they rode away, Quinn glanced over her shoulder one last time, catching a fleeting glimpse of Alexander standing motionless in the distance. She couldn’t read the look in his eyes, but she knew it would haunt her for a long time.
