“Nah. She’s not because you’re a sick, sick man. I know you defiled her like you tried to defile me,” I accuse him. “How about you tell your precious wife that, huh? All about how you triedto fuck your own brother’s children. Maybe you actually did. Maybe that’s why I’m so fucked up, huh?” I laugh softly.
I feel eyes on me and a mixture of excited and disgusted expressions.
My eyes are burning.
I hear Eivor’s panting and anxious breath.
“What do you want?” he asks.
“I want you to back down,” I tell him. “Stop coming after me, stop coming after the Dresvannis.”
He growls in frustration. “This is not part of the plan!”
“There will be no plan, no future, for Rosalie, for you, for Patricia, if you don’t give this ridiuclous need for power up, Uncle,” I warn him. I push Rosalie harder into the couch and she’s sobbing.
“You hear that? That’s the sound of your precious baby girl begging for her life,” I sneer.
“Soren, please,” Eivor starts.
“Promise me you’ll back down,” I demand.
“For how long?” he asks me.
“Long enough to talk. Long enough to figure this out without ending up dead. All of us,” I tell him.
He pauses.
“Promise me!” I yell at him. “Tell me or she dies!” I grab her by the hair and pull her up closer to the phone. I shove the phone in her face and let him hear her scream.
I bring the phone back to my ear.
“You’d really do this to your own sister?” he asks me.
“Nothing you haven’t done.”
Eivor huffs. “Fine! Fine! You win! I’ll call it off. I’ll call everyone off. For now,” he says. “Just let Rosalie go.”
“You’ll talk to us?” I ask him.
“Whatever you want. Just let her go, Soren. Don’t touch her.”
I grin. “She’s safe. As long as you stay away,” I tell him.
“Let her come home,” he insists.
“I’ll let her go. Where she goes is her decision. Goodbye, Eivor.” I hang up the phone.
“Holy shit,” Cassian whispers. “That was…”
“That was fucking amazing,” Tommaso gasps. “Damn man.”
I notice that Tiberi is missing from the room.
“We did it, Rose,” I tell my sister.
When I look down at her again, I realize that she wasn’t pretending to cry. She’s still crying.
I drop the phone on the floor and kneel in front of her on the couch.
