Page 236 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Yeah. We’re friends.”
I shrugged. I suppose we were.
“Did your friend ever get back to you about Indie?” he asked.
“No, but he’s good for it. If he sees her, he will reach out.”
“What’s the friend’s name?” He moved a knight.
“Uh, Anson.”
He looked at me with raised brows. “The fucking Archangel?”
“So you’ve heard of him?”
“Everyone has heard of him. He’s a fucking legend. Dangerous inside the ring and out. Dmitri fought him, and Anson didn’t kill him. He has that ability in the ring, you know. In the underground fight rings, if you’re the reigning champ, you can kill your opponent. He’s never lost. Rumor has it that he was able to take over briefly after Everett did him dirty.” He paused. “Did you guys talk to Anson about finding out if he knew anything about who took you and Fox?”
“He had no answers. He even searched for us, I guess. So I’ve heard.”
“I always thought the guy was on the straight and narrow, but with the underground, you never know.”
“He’s good,” I said. “I trust him.”
He didn’t push the subject, for which I was grateful.
We continued to play well into the night, one game turning into another. Elijah was easy to talk to. He didn’t push for information and answered my questions easily.
By the time it was after eleven, I was nervously checking my phone. Cole hadn’t called or texted me but twice, both times saying the wedding sucked, but all was well.
It had been hours now.
“Go to bed,” Elijah said, catching me checking my phone. “If something happens, I’ll wake you.”
I rubbed my eyes and got to my feet.
“Thanks for tonight. Keeping me company and all,” I said, gesturing to the chessboard.
“That’s what friends are for,” he replied, smiling at me.
I smiled back.
I was grateful I still had some, but the days were always hollow now without Fox and Rosalie.
Tiredly, I dressed for bed and slid beneath the covers, my mind on my girl. Or rather, my ex.
I sighed at that.
Rosalie was my ex.
I couldn’t help but wonder where she was and what she was doing. I kept her in my mind’s eye.
It helped me sleep when I did that. I focused on my memories of her. Her kiss. Her touch. The way she’d smile and say she loved me.
It calmed me as I closed my eyes.
Enzo promised.
Fuck, I hope he delivered her back to us.
