My jaw dropped before I gave an incredulous laugh. “Is that why you called me Snow?”
“Not quite.”
“Then?” I asked, impatient, and he chuckled, pulling me tighter to his chest. “When I was little, my mother would read stories to me. And she’d always end by saying that one day I’d meet a girl—”
“Isn’t it supposed to be a princess?”
“No, baby.” He rubbed his nose against mine. “My mother said, I’d meet a girl who’d have the most beautiful eyes, a colour so unique, I would’ve never seen before. And when I do, I should call her Snow. Because she was my destiny.”
I gasped the same time Senior Sinclair said, “I’ll be damned. Your mother never mentioned that she told you such a story.” Then he looked at me. “Now you see why I couldn’t answer your question, child?”
I nodded. “Did she know about the Sinclair men?”
Senior Sinclair smiled. “She was the only woman outside the brotherhood who read the journal and I think she believed her son would be our saviour. I suppose she was right on the nail, son?”
“Yes, father.” Saint sighed as if he missed her and gave his cheek a light kiss. Then he said, “And every time since, I noticed how they changed colour to suit your mood.
Dad sat forward again, he looked so confused. “So how did you know Levana stole the diamond.”
“I sat watching the cameras for days. Then one day out of the blue, I slowed the frame as you were turning, and I caught colour of your eyes. I zoomed in, then had my technicians do some work and sure enough, I recognized your eyes. But I had no idea where you were. All my father said was that an Instagram post leaked a photo of the diamond which they’d apparently narrowed down to San Francisco.”
Both of us looked at Senior Sinclair as I asked, “what photograph? I never took any photos.”
The old man chuckled. “There was no photograph, I just had to get my son to your school.”
Saint burst out laughing. “You sneaky old bugger.” Then shook his head. “You want to explain because poor Dean looks like he just ate confusion for breakfast.”
Senior Sinclair reached for his mug and took a long drink. “When Saint sent Levana away, I did a little investigation into she was because I’d seen his reaction to her.” He explained to dad. “I found out she was your daughter and potentially could’ve had an impact on my son. As an old man trying to save his son, I was grasping whatever chances fate threw our way.”
“Is that why you called and told me about the ritual. About what Sandra did to our daughter?” Dad asked.
I literally jumped out of Saint’s lap in shock. “Wait. You called my father,” I asked Senior Sinclair.
“Yes,” he replied making Saint laugh behind me.
I turned an annoyed face on him, having bitten my nails wondering how dad found us. “What’s so funny, junior Sinclair.”
With a chuckle, Saint grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back onto his lap. “You must admit my father is a bit of a twisted character, linking all these chains with enough stealth to write a mystery novel.” He tugged the lip I held between my teeth. “We’re together, my pet.”
“I’m not.” I scowled and watched the darkened flare in his eyes that told me I should expect some form of punishment. I stuck out my tongue at him making dad and Senior Sinclair burst with laughter.
“She’s a feisty one, son. She’ll have you submitting pretty soon,” Senior Sinclair said, making me blush profusely.
Saint’s eyes met mine. “She already has, father and she’s the only woman I’ll ever submit to. My Snow, the holder of my heart, my life and my love.” And right there in front our two fathers he kissed me long and deep.
“Can I ask something, sweetheart?” Dad asked when Saint released my lips.
“Yes.”
“How did you steal the diamond and Saint mentioned other jewels, have there been more thefts?” he asked.
My smile mischievous, I replied, “sometimes chocolate cake and all things indulgent are not enough to make a girl smile or forget her sorrows. Sometimes she needs a little more sparkle in her life.” I opened the zipper to the hoodie I wore and drew out the diamond necklace that started it all, from under my t-shirt. I fingered the beautiful jewel. “Sometimes, a fairy godmother comes along, waves her wand and says I grant thee whatever your heart wishes if it will lessen your tears.” That was all I gave him, and I think he knew that for once, the good girl in me needed to be a little bad just to live.
“Did I not tell you, father, Snow is right where she belongs.” Saint touched the jewel before he touched my cheek. “Stay with me, baby. Forever.”
He was right. Snow was precisely where she belonged. In his arms. “Do not leave, Saint, ever.”
