Gates of Paradise (Blue Bloods 7)

“I was assigned to Gabrielle when Dantos died in Florence in the fifteenth century, during that ugly mess. I had a shorter run than they did, since I left your mother’s service to join the Knights Templar.”

“Why did you leave?” Schuyler asked.

“It was Gabrielle’s idea, actually. She said I could serve her better as a knight.” He smiled. “I tried not to take it too personally. I liked working for your mother.”

“Can you help us?”

“Maybe.” He nodded. “Tell me what you know.”

“Catherine of Sienna told us that the Gate of Promise will only unlock with the key of the twins,” Schuyler said. “Do you know what that means?”

“The key of the twins is the sangreal. The holy blood,” he said, shifting in his chair.

“Holy blood,” Schuyler echoed.

“Another name for it is the Blood of the Father.”

“The Holy Grail?” Oliver guessed.

“No. The grail is the cup of Christ. There’s some mishmash about it being a person, but that’s not true; just some popular rumor, another false concept we released to the Red Bloods to keep the grails safe.” He shrugged.

“There is more than one?” asked Schuyler.

“Well, of course; you do not drink from only one cup, do you?” he said. “They are hidden all over the world. Once upon a time, there were enough of us to guard each one, but no more,” he sighed, just as his butler entered the room and whispered in his ear.

“Excuse me,” he told them, struggling to stand with the help of his cane. “It seems there is a disturbance at one of the grail sites and I must take my leave. Please forgive me. We must continue this charming conversation another time.”

“Is it serious?” Schuyler asked, looking worried.

“I’m sure the nuns are just jumpy. Do not worry. The grails are well hidden. A very old and very deep magic keeps them safe from harm.”

“Just like the gates,” Schuyler said.

Pendragon nodded, appraising her with approval. “The holy blood is about lineage, about ancestry.” The old knight looked at Schuyler. “Do you know who your father is?”

Back in the cab on the way to the town house, Schuyler mulled over Pendragon’s words and her own history. She was the Dimidium Cognatus. The half-blood. The only child of vampire and human lineage. “The Blood of the Father…Do you think?” she asked Oliver. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Your father is still alive,” Oliver said. “That’s what your mother wanted you to know.”

“Alive? It can’t be.”

“What did your grandmother say? What did Cordelia say about him?”

“She always made it clear he was dead, and that’s why Allegra was in a coma, because my mother wouldn’t take another familiar after he passed. I got the feeling Cordelia hated my father’s family. She never spoke of them, especially him. She couldn’t stand it that Allegra had married a Red Blood. I never knew much about him.” Schuyler fiddled with the latch on her bag. “I mean, I don’t even carry his name,” she said softly. She remembered all those lonely afternoons by Allegra’s bedside, and the time she had come upon a stranger kneeling by her mother’s bed, and how her heart had raced at the possibility that her father had returned. But the stranger had turned out to be Charles Force. The vampire Allegra had spurned to bond with her human familiar.

Oliver squeezed her hand in sympathy. “That was your grandmother’s fault, not yours.”

“Do you really think my dad is still alive?” she asked. “But there’s no way that’s true. My mom was in a coma out of grief, remember?” But then again, Allegra had so many secrets, it was hard to know what was true and what wasn’t, and Schuyler told that to Oliver as well.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out. What do you know of your father’s family?”

“They owned some big company a long time ago; my father was named after it. Bendix Corporations, I think. But they sold it.”

Oliver tapped the information into his phone. “Says here Bendix is now headquartered in Los Angeles, but that the family still retains a percentage of ownership, and sits on the board. I can get us on a flight tonight if you want.”

“Let’s do it,” Schuyler said. Her father was alive? No. It was impossible. She didn’t know much about her father, but she knew he was gone. If he was alive, why hadn’t he ever tried to come see her? How could someone just let their child grow up without ever once trying to contact them? She had grown up missing both her parents, a mother and father she never knew. She was a product of their great love for each other, and yet their legacy to their only child was a deep and abiding loneliness. She had been alone for so many years.

Not alone: she always had Oliver, she realized. Her human Conduit, her faithful companion. He was with her now.