Often when one of them was in danger, or sick, the rest of those with Sinclair blood felt it. While it hadn’t been him hurting, he’d been desperate to reach Samantha when she was abducted. That fear often alerted the others to something being wrong.
“We did,” Dev said. “But weren’t sure what to do. We checked each other and realized it had to be you but didn’t know how to reach you. Is this what you’re not telling us?”
“Yes. I’m sorry you felt the tension.”
“I knew you were alive, and eventually it eased, which told us you were all right, but we have been in a state of unease for days,” Dev said.
“But you are both home now,” Cam added.
“I will explain it all soon, I promise.”
Warwick spent the next few hours with his family, catching up with the goings on since his departure. There were many of them, so there was always something happening. He held his sister Somer’s baby and hugged her twin congratulations when he learned that Dorrie and her husband, Ash, were expecting their first child.
“Has anyone gotten that box open yet?” he asked Ash.
On a visit to Raven Castle, James’s ancestral home, they had come across a box with a lock but no key. As they had been looking for the document detailing the pact undertaken by a Sinclair and Raven many years ago that had started their heightened senses, they’d hoped this could hold something. Thus far, no one had been able to open it.
“No. It is old, and as such, we cannot destroy it by opening it with force. The words tell us what lays inside is important and could hold the secret to what started this path our ancestors were set upon.”
Ash had been the last to join their clan. A privateer or pirate depending on who you spoke with, he’d come to find his brother, Gus, who was married to Somer. He’d fallen in love and stayed. His story, like others, was of heartbreak and devastation, but he was now one of them and happy.
Large, like most in their family, Ash had a steadiness about him and was usually serious unless around his wife.
Warwick loved to watch his family happy with their mates. His turn would likely come, but he was in no hurry. His eyes went to Samantha again. No. She was not his destiny.
Was she?
“The lock will not budge. Essie has tried repeatedly, and as you know she is the best lockpick among us. It is a puzzle for sure.”
“I’m sure we will get it open soon.”
“It’s my hope we do, as my wife and her twin are determined.”
Warwick laughed, then slapped Ash on the shoulder. “I’m pleased they have found you and Gus to confide in and I don’t have to listen to them endlessly rattle on anymore.”
“I would have it no other way.” Ash looked to where Dorrie stood with Somer. “Your sister has given me something I had not believed possible.”
“What?” The word had been instinctive, but Warwick knew what Dorrie had given this man. Hope. Hope that he could live a life with the woman he loved. Hope that he would reconnect with his brother, and hope that he was worthy of both.
“Everything I never thought I’d have in my life.”
They stood there looking at the three women who were in a tight circle talking over the top of each other. His twin sisters and Samantha. They had always been that way, had naturally formed a circle of friendship and love. She was relaxed, he thought. The tension she’d carried on the trip home had slipped away, and she was once again calm. Her family would ensure it stayed that way.
“Thank you for bringing my sister home, Warwick.”
He shook James’s hand.
“Have you talked to her yet?”
“I know something is off with her, but not yet what. She looks pale.”
Warwick was just about to open his mouth when Samantha appeared at his side.
“You will not tell him, as I have said I will.”
“I can’t believe you haven’t said anything yet.” He shot her a look. “I told you to speak with him immediately.”
“When would I have had a chance? I have been meeting my family after a year apart, Warwick. I will inform them in due course.”
