Walter was dead set on sticking around, and no one could budge him.
Casey's crib only had two rooms, so cramming everyone in was a no-go.
She thought about asking the neighbor if they could crash there for a bit, but Alexander and Walter weren't having it. Alexander claimed he was hurt and needed someone to look after him.
Walter said if Landon attacked, they'd be sitting ducks without him.
Casey and Quinn stood at the door, watching them hog the room, both looking super annoyed.
Quinn pulled Casey aside and said, "I'll go stay at that neighbor's place you mentioned. Cool?"
"Sure, there's only one person living next door," Casey agreed.
Quinn nodded. "Alright, thanks."
"No problem. I'll go tell her in a bit," Casey said.
"Okay," Quinn replied.
Inside, Alexander and Walter were still beefing, and Alexander was giving Walter the death stare.
But Walter didn't seem to care and kept checking out the room.
After a lap, he turned to Alexander and said, "Living here is a joke. How about I get you a nice hotel room?" "No, thanks. You go," Alexander snapped.
He was too tired to argue with Walter anymore.
"If you're so bored, go find Landon. Hanging here is pointless," he said.
"Good point. So when do you plan to go find Landon?" Walter shot back.
A vein popped on Alexander's forehead as he grabbed the bedside lamp and chucked it at Walter.
Walter dodged and laughed. "Even hurt, you're still a hothead. Don't croak in front of me."
Alexander ignored him, done with the back-and-forth.
Walter, bored, left the room. Quinn had already gone next door with Casey, missing the near-fight.
The neighbor was around fifty and way healthier than Casey's mom.
Everyone in the village knew Casey's place was hosting two rich guys, so the neighbor was more than happy to take Quinn in.
For the next few days, it was a standoff. Alexander finally started to chill and heal, not running around anymore.
Walter often went out during the day, though no one knew what he was up to, he always came back before dark.
Three days later, Landon's condition had slightly improved. During these three days, Abigail had behaved and hadn't stirred the pot, so they coexisted peacefully.
She approached Landon and asked eagerly, "How you feeling today?"
Landon glanced at her.
"Looks like I'm not gonna die," he said, eyeing her, sensing something fishy in her cunning eyes.
Sure enough, the next second, he felt something cold on his neck.
Landon was slightly startled when he saw the surgical knife in Abigail's hand out of the corner of his eye.
Abigail grabbed his collar, showing her true colors.
"You jerk, you dared to kidnap me. Now I've got you, don't I?" Abigail sneered.Property of NĂ´)(velDr(a)ma.Org.
Landon looked at her without saying a word, showing no fear or panic. His calm demeanor made Abigail uneasy.
She grabbed Landon's collar and yanked him up from the ground. "Get up!"
The movement tugged at his wound, making him frown slightly, but he still stood up.
Abigail hadn't expected him to be so cooperative. She dragged him to the valley's exit. The guards outside widened their eyes in surprise. After realizing what was happening, they hurriedly aimed their weapons at Abigail.