Page 312 of When We Fall: Part Two
“The horsemen have hurt you so much. Why do you want their safety?”
I swallowed hard and said the words our mother left behind in Russian. I didn’t know what they meant, but I knew now was the time to use them and hoped I was pronouncing them correctly.
“???? ?? ?????? ????? ????? ??????, ?? ??????, ????? ?????? ??????????? ????.”
Dante blinked at me.“If you must bear the sins of others, do not forget which heart belongs to you.”
His translation made my heart clench.
“I bear the sins, but this heart is mine. I want their safety, and I want Everett to suffer.”
“So be it,” Dante murmured, agreeing to my terms.
Relief flooded through me. “So be it.”
“Ah, family bonding,” Sylar said fondly. “It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it?”
“You’re a weird fuck,” Stitches muttered.
Dante released my hand and cradled my face, his blood on my cheek.
“I love you, sister. I do. I will ensure you have the world. I will fulfill our agreement.”
I placed my hand over his, my heart racing.
“Sylar.” Dante didn’t look away from me. “Make the necessary arrangements. My sister will be leaving us.”
“About time,” Sylar muttered, pulling his phone out.
“It’s so weird here,” I said, smiling at my brother.
“You don’t know the half of it.” He smiled back and let his hand fall away. “Let’s eat, and maybe you can sing for us.”
I nodded, liking the sound of that.
NINETY-EIGHT
ANSON
Iwas going to throw up.
Bianca had gone into labor two weeks early. The doctors said it was normal with twins and not to worry.
But the labor wasn’t progressing as it should, and they were taking her to have a C-section. We’d been in the hospital for hours, it felt like, and I’d listened to her cry out with each contraction as she clung to my hand.
“It’ll be OK,” I said, kissing her forehead.
“C-Call Dom and Fallon. Please. I’m scared,” she choked out as we waited for the staff at the hospital to come get her for the surgery.
I pulled my phone out and requested a video call from Dom. He answered immediately.
“Bianca is in labor,” I said.
Dom’s face visibly paled. “Is she OK?”
“They’re going to do a C-section. I’m here with her.”
“Let me… please…”
