Page 174 of When We Fall: Part Two
I closed my eyes, and before long, I was drifting off, the gentle rumble of Sylar humming beneath my ear.
FIFTY-THREE
ENZO
Ididn’t sleep.
Instead, I sat in my chair in the living room all night, waiting for Rosalie to come home.
The worry about where she was ate at me. Killing me.
I kept praying Everett hadn’t gotten her.
I’d tried to play it cool earlier in the night because I didn’t want Cole losing it, but fuck.
I dozed off for a moment but jolted upright when I heard the front door open.
Rosalie walked into the living room looking like hell. Her hair was a mess. Her makeup was smeared. Her dress was rumpled.
I stood as she froze, her green eyes bloodshot.
Slowly, I went to her and stared down.
“Where were you?” I asked in a soft, dangerous voice.
“I-I was out.”
“With who?” I inhaled deeply, smelling cologne on her. I tightened my hands into tight fists.
“I… A friend.”
“Anson?”
She shook her head, her mess of curls bouncing with the motion.
“No. Just someone I know.”
“I want his name.” I reached out and tilted her chin up so she was staring up at me. “Tell me his name.”
“Tell me her name,” she whispered, her voice shaking.
I swallowed. It fucking hurt, but it was a necessary evil. “It was Celeste.”
A tear snaked down her cheek. “I’m not surprised. Guess you’ve always had a thing for her.” She made to walk past me, but I grabbed her arm and tugged her back.
“What’s his name?” I snarled as Cole came into the room. He wasted no time in joining me in a stare-down at our girl.
“Why do you think it was a guy?”
“I can fucking smell him on you,” I snapped, giving her a firm shake. “Give me his fucking name.”
“So you can take away another person from my life? I’d ratherfucking diethan give you a name.” She glared up at me with so much anger and hatred that it made my breath catch. I’d never seen that look on her pretty face before.
It fucking gutted me.
“What’s going on?” Cole asked.
“Our perfect girl is home. Unscathed. Just as I promised,” I said tightly.
