Page 254 of When We Fall: Part One
“Are you sure you’re well?” Anson asked, his words barely above a whisper. “I was so worried. So fucking worried.”
“I’m OK, Ani,” I said gently, reaching for him. He pulled me into his arms again and hugged me tightly. I buried my face in his neck, breathing in his spicy cologne.
“Don’t do this again. I’m begging you,” he choked out, clinging to me. “Please. I couldn’t handle it if something happened to you. You’re my entire fucking world, Rosalie. Youencompass everything I am or will ever be.” His body shook as he continued to hold me.
The couch shifted as someone sat next to me. Anson finally broke away and wiped at my tears, and at the same time, I wiped at his.
“You guys are cute,” an unfamiliar voice to my left said.
I looked over to see an incredibly handsome man sitting beside me. He was sprawled out like he owned the place. Blue eyes. Long lashes. Muscular. Tall. He was dressed in black with a dark mask fixed over his mouth.
He sat forward and offered me his hand.
“Hello, Rosalie Bishop. I’m Sylar Cain, and I’ve been dying to meet you.”
I took his hand and shook it. He tugged me closer to him, making my heart jump into my chest.
“Would you look at that,” he murmured. He brushed his fingers along my cheek. His blue eyes darted over my face. “The future is so clear. For what it’s worth,Bishop,I will feel remorse at some point for my actions, but knowing what I know as I stare into your eyes, I won’t regret it for long. Call me fate, pretty girl. I’ll be the one to tear your world apart before I piece it back together. You can get me a gift card to Twisty Cone as a thank you.”
I crinkled my brows at him. He was strange.
“I-I don’t understand.”
“You don’t need to. Not yet. But might I suggest naming the baby what he wants to name her? Even if he’s gone, give her his name. It’ll make the future so much brighter.” He chucked me in the chin after releasing my hand.
I frowned and looked at Anson, who wore a frazzled look on his face.
“He’s strange,” Anson commented.
I looked at Sylar again. He cocked his head to the left, his blue eyes twinkling, before I glanced at Klaus, who simply stared back at me, then to Alessio, who offered me a small smile.
Finally, I looked at Matteo.
“Bel fiore,your phone call?” he asked softly. “And Sylar, you should stop in and visit your father while you’re here.”
I glanced at Sylar again, who rolled his eyes, but I nodded, picked up the phone he’d given me, and dialed Fox’s number.
EIGHTY
FOX
Istared down at the unknown number on my phone as E sat sobbing on the couch. Cole rubbed his back, and Enzo had nearly finished an entire bottle of booze.
While I wanted to numb the pain, too, I needed to be sober in case Rosalie needed me. Enzo’s men were still scouring the city.
We weren’t getting anywhere. I hadn’t heard from Anson either. When I told the guys I needed to go to the Underground, Enzo demanded I stay home and that he’d send men if we hadn’t heard in another hour.
Resigned, I’d agreed because what choice did I even have? I couldn’t go alone.
“Hello?” I answered the call.
“Foxy?” Rosalie’s sweet voice came over the line. I sat forward, my heart thundering.
“Rosie? Baby?”
Cole snapped his attention in my direction as E stared at me with tear-stained cheeks. Enzo slid his attention to me.
“Hey, Foxy,” she greeted me softly. “I’m just calling to tell you I’m OK.”
