“Rosalie, respectfully, Cole needs time to sort through his emotions?—”
“Then can I please call my husband?”
“I will let you speak to your husband in the morning when I make arrangements for him to retrieve you.”
“And E?”
“You mean your little secret?” I asked, my bitter words sliding out. “He said he will come see you later this evening. He’s dealing with a few matters right now.”
“OK.” She looked back to the city lights.
I didn’t say anything for a long time, but I didn’t move either.
“Please eat. I don’t want to be accused of starving you on top of kidnapping you,” I finally said.
“I will.”
I turned to leave, but she called out to me, her voice shaking.
“You did well for yourself, Enzo. I’m happy that you got everything you wanted.”
I closed my eyes at her words, but didn’t reply. I simply walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me.
Even after all these years, she was still just as beautiful and perfect as always.
I fucking hated that.
28
KLAUS
My phone rang at eight AM, and I sat up with a jolt. The last few days had been a nightmare with Evan. He was tearing his hair out as he went over and over with Ryder what Rosalie’s coded message meant. We’d even gone as far as going to their old house last night, which stood dark and empty.
Evan stared at it for a long time before shaking his head and getting back into the car.
Now we were home, waiting.
For what, I had no idea, but I knew it was coming.
“Hello?”
“Klaus. It’s E. I’m trying to reach Anson.”
“He’s in the shower,” I said, listening as the water ran. Evan was likely already working out and drinking his protein shake. We’d all slept together again last night, and the bed was empty.
“OK. I-I don’t have Fox’s number?—”
“Evan,” I corrected. “He doesn’t go by Fox anymore. That man is buried.”
“Right.” E paused. “I don’t have his number. I’m not sure which of you leads, so I thought I’d just try you.”
“We are equal for the most part, but Evan has final say in all things regarding Rosalie.”
“I figured that,” he said. “Uh, we’d like to meet you guys this morning at our place. No weapons. You can bring guards if you’d like?—”
I chuckled at that. “We are the guards.”
“Right. I figured. How does eleven this morning sound?”
