Page 316 of When We Fall: Part Two
I guess I was going to finally meet Dante Church.
NINETY-NINE
ROSALIE
Sirena fluffed my hair, her lips parted. She’d done my nails for me last night while we all sang karaoke. I really liked her. Dante seemed especially happy as he watched us together, which automatically made me happy.
He and I had sat together when everyone went to bed, and he asked me about writing songs. I told him what it was like, and he brought out a guitar and strummed it, surprising me.
He asked if I’d write a song with him, and I immediately said yes.
So we did. Dante had a beautiful voice when he sang. He could probably make it big if he tried. He laughed me off, saying that the stardom life was for me, not him. He said he wanted me to sing our song onstage someday.
It was another promise I made him.
Now, I was sitting here with Sirena while Dante watched. He’d brought me new clothes to wear.
They were things he picked out.
All black, of course.
A black maxi dress with long sleeves and a scoop neck collar. He’d completed the look with a necklace that contained a vial of his blood. He’d taken my blood from me the night he cut mythroat with his knife. He asked me to wear the vial, so it was now around my neck. And he was wearing my vial next to Sirena’s vial on his necklace.
“You guys are weird,” Stitches muttered, coming into the room and eyeing the vial around my neck. “Church, man. You’re weird.”
“She’s your sister, too. I got extra for you.” Dante tossed him a necklace.
I smiled at Stitches. He was a grouch, too, but he was funny about it.
“Only because you’re my sister,” he grumbled, putting the necklace on.
“You love her. You know it.” Ashes flopped down next to me on the couch and hauled Sirena onto his lap and kissed her. They were so good with her. It made me sad that I no longer had that, but Sylar swore to me that life would get better. I had to believe him or I’d break down and cry.
“Yeah. She’s OK.” Stitches smirked at me.
I leaned in and hugged him. He sighed and hugged me back as Sin and Shadow came into the room, followed by Sylar.
He waited next to the door, his eye on his watch like he was expecting someone.
Dante seemed like he was, too, because he kept looking out the window to the streets far below.
Finally, Sylar opened the door before anyone could knock.
I sat forward, stunned, as Anson stepped into the room.
Wordlessly, I launched myself out of my seat and rushed to him. He captured me in his arms and held me tightly as Sylar closed the door behind him.
“LeeLee,” he choked out. “Fuck. I’m so glad you’re OK.”
“I missed you.” I let my tears fall as I held him. I had no idea he was coming. Dante said he’d let me go soon, but I didn’t know it would be today.
“I missed you so fucking much.” He squeezed me tighter.
Finally, I pulled away, and he wiped at my tears.
“Are you OK? Do you need anything?” His blue eyes swept over me. “Are you hurt?”
I shook my head. “I’m OK. I was never hurt. Maybe a little scared at first, but I’m fine.”
