Frowning, I nodded. “A family heirloom apparently. Why? Have you seen it before?”
He took the piece and studied it. “It’s the Winthrop crest, baby.”
My jaw dropped. “What?” That’s why it looked familiar. I must’ve seen it at the castle. “I don’t understand. How is the Winthrop crest on my family heirloom?” I looked toward the road, willing my mother to return and explain herself.
“Come.” Saint slipped a hand around my waist and steered me toward his car.
“Where are we going?” I asked as we drove off.
He looked at me, his beautiful smile calming my insides. “To see my father. If anyone will have the information we seek, it will be him.”
As I followed him toward the car, I couldn’t help feeling sorry for my mother. Was that strange, ironic?
Chapter 54 - Levana
“Dad?” I was surprisedto see my father in Saint’s apartment. After his stance about not being okay with this.
He rose from his chair. “Hey, sweetheart.” He hugged me then shook Saint’s hand. “Sinclair. Good to see you made it back from hell.” He grinned.
Saint chuckled. “See you didn’t have much faith in me making it the other way.”
“Oh, hell no, pun intended.” Dad was laughing out loud now and his face held an expression I’d never seen before. “After the sin you’ve committed and with my daughter no less.” I looked for anger but there was none, just congenial smiles. “Glad you made it, man.” This time he squeezed Saint in a brotherly hug.
“You knew Saint was going to die,” I asked, incredulous when the broke apart. “Is that why...” I left him to fill in the gap.
He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top my head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I knew the brotherhood well, remember. And knew Sebastian’s time was near that’s why I didn’t want you to get close. I didn’t want your fragile heart breaking.” He leaned back. “Forgive me?”
“For what. I can’t hate my father for protecting me.” I smiled, kissing his cheek. “You still sent me to go see him. If you hadn’t I might’ve missed the opportunity to save a saint.” I laughed, slanting a gaze at the man loved wholeheartedly. He winked and took a seat next to his father who was grinning from ear to ear.
“So, your mother had this all the time?” Senior Sinclair asked as Saint handed him the necklace from my mother and we sat.
“Apparently,” I shrugged. “Dad, did you know anything about it?”
He glanced at it and I could’ve sworn a shadow passed over his face then it was gone and gave myself a mental shake for imagining it.
“No, sweetheart, she never mentioned it.”
