Page 20 of See No Evil

“Sylar,” he says, shifting on his feet. “He doesn’t usually show interest. In anyone, or anything… and—”

“I’m not going to hurt your brother, Spencer,” I say, assuming that is what he’s getting at, but as the words leave my mouth, I realize how egotistical they sound, like I’m assuming I have the power to do so. “If that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Yeah, okay,” he says, but still looks a little worried, his brow furrowed. “I’m glad he’s actually speaking to you and everything, I just don’t want it to backfire.” He puts his hands up. “Not saying that you don’t seem like a nice girl…. Ah, fuck. I’m messing this up, aren’t I? And if he finds out I said anything, the bastard will kill me with his bare hands.”

“You don’t want what to backfire?” I ask, brow furrowing.

“Him opening up,” he says, wincing. “And me encouraging it.”

My lip twitches. “It’s okay, Spencer. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Good,” he says, smiling as I slide his coffees over to him. He tries to pay, but I don’t accept it, just like I did with Sylar today.

“On the house.”

He leaves the money on the table. “Not happening. Thank you, though.”

I roll my eyes. Sylar did the exact same thing. I walk him to the door, then lock it behind him.

He wants to protect Sylar from me?

I think it’s me who is going to need the protecting.

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