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‘If you’re wrong and you upset her for nothing…’ Sounded like Sirius.
‘I’m not wrong. I’m certain of it.’ Lowen’s voice was more determined than I’d ever heard it before. ‘Think about it. Red hair—’
‘Lots of people have red hair!’
‘She’s nearly thirty, same as us, Trinity! We should have thought of that before, though of course why would we? We weren’t looking for another sister, were we? But Ewella even told me I was here on the island with her. We used to play together.’
‘But that’s because Ewella gave birth to her around the same time our mother gave birth to us! It proves nothing.’
I froze. What were they on about? Were they talking about me?
‘Okay,’ Lowen said. ‘So what about this? Why did Romy fall for Blaise St Clair when Hector had done something to him to ensure that no St Clair so much as gave him a second look? He told us himself that he couldn’t understand how Romy had fallen in love with him. It was never supposed to happen. Well, if she’s not a St Clair it makes perfect sense, doesn’t it? Keely and Harley couldn’t understand what she saw in him because the magic worked on them. They’re blood St Clairs. I’d bet my last pound that Romy isn’t.’
‘I suppose you’ve got a point,’ Sirius said, sounding cautious.
‘I think he makes an excellent point,’ Killian said.
‘Question is,’ Trinity said breathlessly, ‘how do we tell her?’
I opened the door and stared at them all, seeing the shock in their faces as they realised I’d heard what they were saying.
‘Don’t worry,’ I said. ‘I think you already did.’
Chapter 17
Romy
Lowen was clearly mortified.
‘Romy, I’m so sorry. You weren’t supposed to hear any of that.’
‘Clearly,’ I said, trying not to sound too emotional. ‘You seem to be under the impression that I’m not a St Clair. May I ask why?’
I saw them all exchange worried looks, and knew I sounded weird, even to my own ears. I was desperately trying to keep a lid on my feelings. Fear was attacking me from every angle.
I’d heard what he’d said. I understood the implications. I just refused to accept that it could possibly be true. I’d never had witchcraft, never been part of Keely’s and Harley’s world. Mum had been my life raft. Then I found out she had magic, too, and all I had left to cling to was my family name. I was a St Clair. I had to be. Now they were trying to take even that away from me.
‘I think we’d better fetch Ewella,’ Trinity said. She gave my hand a quick squeeze. ‘I’ll be back in a minute, Romy.’
She hurried downstairs, leaving me staring at three awkward-looking young men, who clearly didn’t know what to do or say next.
‘You said I wasn’t a St Clair,’ I began, but Sirius shook his head.
‘Wait for your mum to get here,’ he said gently. ‘We can’t really talk about this without her. Only she can clear up this mystery.’
‘There is no mystery,’ I said angrily. ‘Whatever you think you know you’re wrong! I don’t know where you’ve got this weird idea from but—’
‘From Sister Agnes,’ Lowen said. ‘From the woman who delivered us.’
‘Us?’ I backed away from him. ‘What are you talking about?’
He couldn’t stop staring at me and it was unnerving me.
‘I’m going to see John,’ I said, turning to leave. ‘I was going to ask him about lunch. He hasn’t eaten yet. He’ll be hungry.’
‘Wait, Romy,’ Lowen begged me. ‘Don’t leave just yet. We need to sort this out.’
‘There’s nothing to sort out,’ I insisted. ‘You’ve made a mistake. That’s all.’
