“I spoke to Evan,” Klaus said, pulling away from me. “He said he would share her with me. It was her choice.”
“And you’re willing to share?”
“For her, yes,” he said. “I wanted to tell her everything tonight. About my feelings. Wanting her. Fox…” his voice trailed off.
Sylar.
He’d known this whole time. I only wished he’d have clued me in. I suppose, in a way, he had. I just had to wait for the pieces to fall in place to see it.
Typical.
I sighed. I couldn’t be mad at him. I knew as well as anyone that if we knew the future and spoke of it, new actions could be taken, thus changing it.
He knew it needed to run the course. It’s why he had me keep it from Klaus all this time.
Despite that, we would be having a talk very soon.
“I cannot reach Frederick,” Alessio said, coming back to us. “We should pay him a visit.”
“So we shall,” I said.
Klaus stood, and I followed.
“Prepare for a long day, brothers,” I said as I went to the door in the study. “We do not rest until Rosalie is found. Even if it means we go to war with the horsemen.”
When it came to my family, I would never stop. And Rosalie Bishop was family.
28
ALESSIO
We’d been all over the damn city in the last few hours. Klaus had stopped to throw up on a sidewalk at one point, which only led me to believe he was deeply in love with Rosalie.
Rosalie.
This wasn’t at all who I expected when he said he was seeing someone. Not only because she was Alessandro’s love, but also because of who her ex was. She was Lorenzo De Luca’s ex-fiancée. She belonged to the horsemen.
I knew if we’d have told Klaus that Evan was alive in the beginning, that he’d never have pursued her. He wasn’t that kind of man.
But now that he’d fallen so damn hard?
Damnit.
This might lead to a war I really didn’t want to have to fight. I had my own things happening that I was trying to work through. Perhaps that made me selfish, but I really wanted a break from everything for a bit.
Of course, I wouldn’t step back now. Rosalie needed us. Klaus needed us.
And I was sure Alessandro would need us. If nothing else, to hold him back from killing Klaus. Alessandro was a lot like his father in terms of violence. A calm soul until pushed too far. He reminded me of Matteo when Matteo was younger, and we were just starting out.
Many things had changed since then, and life had a way of hardening all of us.
Frank pulled up outside Alessandro’s apartment building just before eight in the morning. He turned and stared at Klaus.
“Putting your dick into the wrong woman always leads to trouble,” Frank said.
“You would know, you fucking whore bag,” Klaus shot back, his hair still a wild mess and his eyes bloodshot. “And Rosalie isn’t the wrong woman…” His voice trailed off.
“I knew when you brought her into this damn vehicle, she was trouble,” Frank continued. “You told me to shut the fuck up.”
