Page 146 of When We Fall: Part Two
“This is what’s going to happen,” he continued softly. “You’re going to sleep. When you wake, you’re going to shower, eat, and then I’m taking you out of the house.”
“Where?” I asked, my voice muffled.
“I’ll take you to see your Foxy. I think it’ll help.”
I nodded. It would help. I wanted to go to the cemetery and sit with him.
“Rest,” he said, placing me gently back into my spot and covering me. “I’ll be here when you wake.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, Rosalie.”
I breathed out, really hoping he would be.
I satin the backseat of Dominic’s car later that evening. Enzo and Cole weren’t home. Colten and Jamie were watching over Ethan. I didn’t even bother to text the guys to tell them I was leaving. I assumed they likely knew if the kings were taking me.
“I like your shirt,” Vincent said from beside me.
“It’s Fox’s. It was always my favorite,” I murmured, twisting my hand in the worn material.
“Uh, so… any new songs lately?” Fallon asked from my other side.
“No,” I whispered.
I caught Dominic’s eye in the mirror. “Do you want to listen to music?” he asked.
I swallowed. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea.
I nodded.
“What kind of music do you like?” Fallon asked.
“I-I don’t know. Rock. Pop.”
“Levin, put something on,” Vincent called out.
Levin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, grunted but quickly pulled out his phone and put on some music. He automatically connected to Dominic’s Bluetooth.
Screaming and shouting filled the car, and I blinked at the sound.
“He likes shit that screams at you,” Vincent said, leaning into me. “Feels like my dad is yelling at me whenever we’re in the car together.”
I let out a soft laugh at that.
The music pounded through the car for a few more minutes before the song changed to a classic rock song I recognized.
I drummed my fingers to it, letting myself hum. I liked this song.
“You can sing,” Fallon said. “If you want. We don’t mind. Heard you’re good.”
I swallowed and gave him a quick, nervous smile.
Vincent belted out some of the lyrics, his dark eyes sparkling as he nudged me with his elbow, and Fallon joined in.
“I know you know this chorus, Rosalie. Come on,” Vincent encouraged. “Don’t make me duet with Fallon. He’s not as good as I am.”
“Man, shut up,” Fallon said, no anger in his voice.
