I leaned forward in my seat. “Tell me.”
He glanced at Klaus and Alessio. “Alone.”
I narrowed my eyes at him for a moment before giving my guys a curt nod. They both hesitated for a moment, but I raised my brows at them. I could handle myself.
They left the room, leaving me alone with Sylar.
“Speak,” I commanded.
“Marry the girl. You know it’s the only way… out.”
I grunted. “Alessandro is marrying her. I do not wish to put a rift between my son and me.”
“Anson is an idiot.” He rolled his blue eyes. “You know he has a thing for Rosalie. They’re… destined.”
I sighed. “You say that, but the current circumstances tell a different story.”
He cocked his head to the left. “When have I ever steered you wrong? We’re family. I would never.”
I studied him for a moment. “You are not telling me everything.”
He nodded and pulled out his fork. I watched as he twirled it between his fingers.
“I kissed sweet Rosalie. I touched her. She’s quite responsive.”
I breathed out. “What?”
He nodded, a tiny smirk on his face. “Oh, yes. Do you think she is single because the horsemen couldn’t keep her?” He laughed softly. “I made it so. Not only can I see it, but ifI want it, I make it happen. You are the same. So make it happen. Trust me.”
“So you have notseenit all?” I frowned at that information.
“No.” He shrugged. “I’m good at guessing games, though. Besides, we make our own destiny.”
I settled back in my chair. “Do we? Then what is this business with all the things you’ve seen?”
“Magic.” He waved his hands, laughing softly. “I don’t know. It’s all bullshit, you know? Voices and all that.” He pointed to his head with his fork. “I’m not the most insane member of the family.”
“No, I suppose you’re not. Carmine and Francesca give you a run for your money.”
“I was thinking more like Silas.” He twirled his fork some more. “But whatever.”
He wasn’t wrong. Silas De Santis was truly a madman. It was why he was locked away at Stillwater Asylum. I was under the impression that his key was tossed into the river, and he would never see the world because of his issues. A true psychopath. A danger to society. But really, who wasn’t these days, especially in our world?
I watched as he scowled and muttered something, clearly communicating with his voices.
“So if I do this, all will come together?”
He shook his head and focused on me again. “Yes. It’s likely. You can shake me like an eight ball if you’d like to make sure.”
“I will certainly shake you if you’re wrong,” I said, my voice gruff. The implications… fuck.
“There is gold at the end of every rainbow, even in our world. You will love this type of gold, cousin.”
“I hope so,” I murmured. I was tired and needed a break from this life. Maybe long-term.
“Klaus. How is that going?” he asked after a moment.
“It is going well, so he says. He seems happy. Why? Do you know the woman he’s falling for?”
