Elle drew in a shaky breath, but didn’t move, she wasn’t going to kiss him, he should know that she was set on who she was going to be with. “Peter….” she whispered and lightly licked her lips. “I do love you, but I am in love with him.” That was true, Elle wanted Sylar, she liked the life they were living and he knew that. “I want you to be happy to,” she grabbed his jacket tighter “Noah and Ally would want us both to be happy, Peter.”