Damnit.
I didn’t want to think about it. It made me sick to know I might have ruined everything.
Sylar assured me everything was going to plan as long as I did as was instructed. I didn’t like having someone else guide my life, but I’d been struggling lately, and I needed the help.
I also needed a break.
Waiting to be killed wasn’t working for me. I was untouchable.
I breathed out and drank more. Our conversation continued until both Alessio and Klaus wandered to their rooms upstairs. I drank another glass before I went to the third floor, where my room was.
The same floor I kept Bianca on.
I paused outside her door. It was late. Too late to be bothering her, yet I found myself pushing open her door and stepping inside.
Quietly, I walked to her bed to see her sleeping soundly.
She really was beautiful. I admired her more than I’d ever have the guts to admit to her.
The girl was so damn brave. The things she’d been through…
It made me sick to know she’d been through such horrors, but it made me sicker to know I’d made her hate me long ago with my own anger and hatred.
I had to own that, and it was hard to face my mistakes. It didn’t help that I was still struggling with my feelings for Dominic.
I blew out a soft breath and reached out. Gently, I lifted a lock of her long, silky blonde hair and rubbed it between my fingers and thumb.
Her eyelids fluttered before I was met with the brilliant blue of her eyes.
“Sweet princess,” I murmured, but only my words came out a little slurred.
“Matteo?” She sat up. “What are you doing in here?”
“I don’t know,” I said softly.
“Are you drunk?”
“I am.” I closed my eyes and decided I needed to sit. “So if you planned on killing me, now would be the time.”
She scooted out of bed and stood in front of me. I looked up at her.
We didn’t say a word.
Instead, I reached out and placed my hands on her swollen belly.
“Do the babies move a lot?” I asked, my voice low. “At night? Dominic was a night owl. Used to keep Anna up.”
“Sometimes,” she answered.
I closed my eyes as she placed her hands over mine.
“Dominic is lucky,” I said after a long pause. “To have love. I do not remember what it feels like.”
“You could,” she murmured.
I scoffed and moved my hands to her small waist. She tensed beneath my touch, but didn’t pull away from me.
“Do you love my son? Alessandro?”
