“What are we meeting for?”
“One second.” There was rustling for a moment before Rosalie’s sweet voice came on the line.
I nearly fell to my knees.
“Klaus?”
“Oh, my sweet hummingbird,” I choked out, losing my cool. “Baby. Are you OK?”
“I’m OK,” she said into the phone.
“Oh fuck. How long have you been there?” I got up and pounded on the bathroom door for Anson to move his ass before I went to the living room to find Evan shirtless and covered in a sheen of sweat, drinking a cup of coffee as he stared out at the city.
I put the phone on speaker and went to him.
He looked over at me, his sunglasses on.
“I just got here,” Rosalie said.
Evan grabbed the phone from me.
“Ro? Where are you? Are you OK?”
“I’m fine,” she replied.
“They want to meet with us,” I said to Evan as Anson came into the room. Ryder wandered in from his room behind him.
“What’s going on?” Anson demanded, coming over to us.
“Can you come get me at eleven?” Rosalie asked. “They want to have a meeting.”
“Who are they?” Evan demanded.
“The horsemen.”
Evan’s hand tightened on the phone. “Enzo had you this whole time?”
“No,” she said softly. “He didn’t have anything to do with this. He found out yesterday and came to get me. He let me rest, and now he’s saying I can go, but he wants to talk to you. He’s asking for a meeting at eleven this morning.”
“We’ll be there,” Evan said.
“Please… bring Ellis,” Rosalie whispered.
I cast a look at Anson, who wore a disapproving look on his face, then at Evan, who appeared murderous.
I wasn’t so sure it was a good idea to involve our daughter, but I knew Rosalie had plans, and I always trusted her.
“No, Rosalie,” Evan said.
“I am not asking. Bring her,” Rosalie said. “I am done playing games. I want this all out in the open.”
My fierce little bird.I smiled at her no-nonsense attitude, the relief blanketing me at knowing she was OK. The last few weeks had been absolute hell.
“Who took you?” Evan demanded.
“We will talk when you get here. No violence, Evan. I mean it. I want to mend fences, not tear them down.”
Evan’s chest heaved, but he nodded. “Fine. Eleven.”
