Page 172 of When We Fall: Part Two
“What?” I tried to focus on his handsome face. “K-Kiss you? I can’t. I-I have my guys?—”
“Do you?” he challenged.
I licked my lips. It was a valid question. I definitely didn’t feel like I had anything anymore. Not even my sanity.
I was too drunk for this. My mind wasn’t right.
“I’m too drunk,” I muttered as we continued to sway gently to the music.
“The perfect excuse to make the right decision,” he said.
I said nothing as we danced.
“Think about what they’re doing. Orwhothey’re doing,” he whispered. “A girl on the phone. You’re lost. You’re alone. But he’s out making deals while little moonbeam tries to heal.”
My throat tightened at his words.How did he even know?Anson told me Sylar just had a way of knowing things. It was why sparring with him had been so hard.
“You’re angry. Tell me how angry you are,” he continued.
“I am angry,” I choked out. “I’m hurting. I’m furious. I-I want to scream and make Enzo love me again. I want Ethan to feel the same way about me as I do about him. I want Cole to want Anson to be with us. I’m so frustrated and heartbroken. I want my Foxy back. I want to sing. I-I want to go back in time and…and…”
“Fix it all,” he finished for me.
I nodded as I stared up into his blue eyes. He reached out and cradled my face before running his thumb gently along my trembling bottom lip.
“If you kiss me, I promise everything will be OK.”
“How?”
“Because I’m magic too.” He leaned in.
My breath hitched.
I’d never kissed anyone other than the guys and Ian, but I tried to force that ugly memory out of my head.
“Kiss me, moonbeam. Put it all into motion. Make your wishes come true.”
“What if everything gets ruined?”
“Nonsense. It’s already ruined. Kiss me.” His warm breath blew across my lips.
“I’m scared.”
“Stop being afraid. Take control of your life. Be in charge. Make the move. Kiss me.”
“What if?—”
“Stop thinking. Kiss me.”
“Sylar—”
“Kiss. Me.” He gripped my chin. “Set yourself free. Move the pieces on the board.”
We stared one another down for a long time. I couldn’t do this. It wasn’t right.
But…
“Rosalie,” he murmured. “Let me show you the freedom you crave. Make the move. Kiss me, pretty girl.”
