The Purest of Diamonds(12)

                She’d been trapped in the past, sitting on the stairs, listening to her parents arguing and hearing the inevitable thump when her mother hit the floor. And now, judging by the concerned look on Raffa’s face, he was joining her on this trip down memory lane too.

                ‘Yes, I’ve been here all my life,’ she confirmed brightly to make up for her lapse in concentration.

                She was actually quite good at being jolly. She’d had plenty of practice over the years. Having been totally eclipsed by her beautiful sisters, she’d had the choice of being the mouse in the background, or the jolly sister. She’d perfected both. ‘I’ve always been close to my brother and sisters.’ At least, she had been, until her brother, Tyr, had gone missing.

                ‘It’s great to have siblings,’ Raffa agreed, ‘even if you don’t always get along.’

                ‘We get along. I just miss my brother, and I wish I knew where he was.’ Her stare met Raffa’s, but, if he knew where Tyr was, he wasn’t telling. ‘I know it must look to you as if my sisters run roughshod over me, but believe me, Raffa, I can hold my own.’

                ‘I never doubted it,’ he agreed, to her surprise.

                But as Raffa’s smile faded, and a shadow crossed his face, she wondered about his family. She also realised they had relaxed into the last thing she had imagined sharing with Raffa Leon, which was a meaningful conversation.

                ‘What about you?’ she prompted gently. ‘What about your family, Raffa?’

                The look he shot her made her regret asking. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to probe.’

                ‘That’s all right,’ he said, sitting back. He shrugged. ‘Apart from the three brothers and two sisters I do know about, I’m told I have countless half brothers and sisters across the globe, thanks to the untiring efforts of my father.’

                ‘And your mother—?’ That was one question she definitely shouldn’t have asked, Leila realised, breaking off when she saw the expression on Raffa’s face. ‘I’m sorry. I—’

                ‘Don’t be,’ he interrupted. ‘I was lucky enough to spend most of my youth with my grandmother. As soon as my elder brothers and sisters went off to college, my father made it quite clear that he was done with children.’

                ‘So there was no place at home for you?’

                He didn’t answer that. He didn’t need to. What Raffa had told her explained so much about him. He was the lone wolf, dangerous, hidden and unknowable.

                ‘I’d like to meet your grandmother,’ she said, trying to bring him back to the present. ‘She must be an amazing woman.’

                ‘To take me on?’ Raffa queried, relaxing into a laugh. ‘She is. And maybe you will meet her one day, Leila.’

                He was just being polite, but it was a relief to see him smiling again.

                ‘And you grew up with your sisters and brother,’ he prompted.

                ‘Who always teased me unmercifully,’ she confirmed.

                ‘And you don’t mind that?’

                ‘I tease them back. Families,’ she added with a smile and a shrug.

                Raffa huffed softly and smiled back at her.