Love Unspoken

"Landon's in my hands. Move, or I'll end him!" Abigail snarled.

Everyone exchanged glances, then all eyes locked on Landon.

Landon hadn't said a peep the whole time. Just as they were debating whether to let her pass, he suddenly spoke up, "Don't let her through."

Abigail was floored. She stared at Landon, shocked. "Landon, you scared I won't kill you?"

Landon's face was stone-cold, like he hadn't even heard her threat.

For a moment, it was a standoff. Landon had given the order, so no one dared let Abigail go, and Abigail couldn't really kill him, 'cause that'd mess up her own escape.

She gritted her teeth. "Fine, you won't let me through? Then we'll die together!"

As she spoke, the knife in her hand pressed closer to Landon, and blood started to trickle from his neck.

His crew freaked out. One of them blurted, "Don't do anything stupid, or you'll regret it!"

"If I let him go now, you won't spare me. I'm screwed either way. Either get out of my way, or I'll kill him and then myself!" Abigail shouted, desperate. She'd seen this coming, so she'd hesitated until now to make a final gamble. Now she was really out of options.

Landon said, "Then do it."

His voice was weak, but his demeanor was rock solid. He stood there calmly, like he wasn't the one being held hostage.

It was hard to tell if he was really unafraid of death or just betting that Abigail wouldn't dare kill him.

Abigail's hand, gripping the scalpel, started to sweat, making it hard to hold on. Her breathing quickened, and she felt like she was on a hot seat, unable to move forward or back. "You really think I won't kill you?" Abigail said.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

She was truly at her limit. She pressed harder, and a line of blood instantly appeared on Landon's neck.

Landon's eyes flickered, and he looked even weaker.

"Don't move. We'll let you go." The leader made a quick call, putting away his gun and signaling the others to lower their weapons.

Landon's eyes turned icy, and he shouted, "Who dares let her go!"

Everyone lowered their heads. He looked like he was on the brink of death, and a bit more injury might really do him in.

Abigail secretly sighed in relief. She pushed Landon and urged, "Move."

Landon didn't budge, standing his ground stubbornly.

Abigail was livid. She glared at the group in front of her and snapped, "All of you, back away!"

She wasn't about to expose her back to them. Otherwise, she'd be shot before she even got out.

They had no better option and had to retreat.

Abigail dragged Landon out. Despite his reluctance, his physical state didn't allow him to resist.

Suddenly, he grabbed Abigail's wrist. Caught off guard, Abigail felt a sharp pain, nearly losing her grip on the knife.

In a life-or-death moment, she held on. The next second, she was lifted off the ground and thrown hard by Landon.

Abigail hit the ground, her head spinning, nearly blacking out.

Her hand was still in Landon's grip, and he knelt on her arm, taking the knife from her.

Abigail finally came to, only to find the knife at her throat.

She opened her eyes and met Landon's deep, unreadable gaze.