Page 324 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Was Rosalie happy?” I ventured.
He paused and looked down at me. “You broke her heart. I hope it was worth it.”
“Me too,” I whispered.
“I’ll be seeing you, Lorenzo. Take care.” He walked away from me whistling. The guy with the tattoos followed him out, along with a built guy with copper colored curls. They met the man bun guy on the street before getting into a blacked-out SUV.
“Such a tangled web, isn’t it?”
I looked up at the man who was standing at my table.
“Sylar.” He offered me his hand.
I shook it, frowning at him. He looked like Fox. Like Anson.
“De Santis?” I asked.
“Technically. My last name is Cain. My mother hated my old man and thought she was fucking with him by using her maiden name. She’s a funny woman, that Jackie Carrie. Bit nuts, but hey, who isn’t, right?”
“You’re the puppetmaster.”
“Ooh, fancy name. I like it.” He grinned. “Everyone else calls me Asylum on account of the voices and all that.” He pointed to his head.
“You kissed my girl.”
“I did. What a marvelous mouth on her. You really lost out.”
“What do you want?” I demanded. I’d had enough of this shit today.
“Nothing really. Just introducing myself. Saw you talking to Dante and figured what the hell.”
“Noted. Now fuck off,” I said.
He slid into the booth across from me, and I stared at him like he’d lost his damn mind.
“I have a message,” he said in a hushed voice. “I must deliver it.”
I stared at him, waiting for him to speak.
“A child will be born in eight months’ time. Not yours. Not mine. A mistake that will hurt, but on a mountain is a fact, that you can indeed, go back. A wish granted, a promise met, shattered lies, and a destiny set. All you need to do, Lorenzo the great, is dial this number on a specific date. You want it to look real. You want it to look clean. Let the monster and her minions set the scene. A fire in the sky, a child who bleeds. This will be the end of the evil she feeds.” He pushed a card at me with a phone number on it.
“What the fuck?” I whispered, not having any idea what he just rattled off to me.
He smirked. “Call me when you need to clean up the mess you’re about to make. Your wife will try to kill the baby. Save the boy so he can save the girl because Cole won’t be able to. Have a nice afternoon. Check out Twisty Cone. They’re doing two for one.” He got up and walked away without another word, leaving me to wonder what the fuck just happened.
ONE HUNDRED TWO
ANSON
Istared down at the message on my phone. Dom had given me his safe house address. I’d texted him earlier to tell him it was urgent.
I pulled up to the pretty log home situated in the middle of nowhere and got out. Vincent rushed out to greet me, worry on his face.
“Hey, what’s going on?” he demanded.
I opened the back door on the SUV I’d rented, and Vincent peered inside.
“Oh my god,” he choked out.
