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“Geez, I thought you were asking,” she remarked sarcastically.
We headed down the back hallway and out the double-sided door. The moment the sun hit her face, her steps stopped and she exhaled, then tilted her face up to the sky.
I watched her silently. The look on her face took my breath away. Her long, dark blonde lashes fanned her face and her lips curved into a smile. First one I’d seen since I’d kidnapped her.
When she finally opened her eyes, she found me still looking at her. I didn’t give a fuck. After nine months without her, I wanted to drink her in and get my fill.
“Principessa, why did you leave?” I had to know. She owed me that much. Hesitation flickered across her expression but she quickly masked it. “You promised to stay, and then left. Why?”
Her brows furrowed, as if she evaluated my words. Or my intentions. Then she started walking, averting her face from me. We walked in silence. If she thought I’d give up on finding the reason why she left, she was sadly mistaken.
I was relentless when I wanted something. And I wanted her. It’s what kept me going for the past nine months.
“I have something to tell you,” I started, breaking the silence that wasn’t exactly uncomfortable.
Priest was her brother. She had a right to know and it wasn’t right to keep that knowledge from her. Though I wondered how much she knew exactly.
“Don’t tell me you’re nervous?” she noted, her tone sarcastic.
“We’re getting married,” I started, ignoring her sarcasm. “We shouldn’t have secrets between us.” She scoffed but I ignored it. She’d come around. “Priest tested your DNA.”
She stiffened but said nothing.
“You and Priest are half-siblings,” I continued.
Her eyes widened and the shocked expression on her face revealed the truth. She didn’t know.
“W-What?” she rasped, her eyes wide. “H-how?”
“You two share the same mother,” I explained. She blinked, then blinked again, probably struggling to come to terms with it. “Twenty-five years ago, your mother and my uncle had a thing.”
“A half-brother,” she repeated. “B-but she said she lost the baby.”
My eyes snapped to her. “You knew?”
A heavy sigh slipped through her pink lips.
“She told me not too long ago.” Her eyes darted to the horizon and gardens stretching around the several pools Emory had back here. “She said she lost the baby, not that the baby died,” she whispered, as if she was talking to herself.
“You think she knows?” I asked her.
Wynter’s eyes met mine. “I don’t know,” she murmured. “I don’t know anything anymore.”
CHAPTER56
Wynter
Bas brought me back to my room after spending an hour outside.
After the revelation about Priest, we no longer talked. I didn’t dare to tell him what I knew. I couldn’t trust him. Though it made me wonder why he trusted me with his information. He hadn’t even shared it with Uncle.
God, what a mess!
I couldn’t call Mom to ask about it. Did she know? I must have misunderstood Mom when she said she lost the baby. I took it that the baby died.
With a heavy sigh, I came to a realization. I was on my own here, until the wedding. Bas said my family would be there, along with their guests. Whoever those were.
I walked back on the balcony and sat down. It became my go to place when I was bound to this bedroom. Closing my eyes, I rested my head against the wall and listened to the wind rustling through the desert. Unlike the city, it felt calming and soothing. Ironic considering how I found myself here.
