I Am The Luna

75. A Reunion

ZAIA. My heart thuds as the King’s turn to the man, and the first thing I notice is the change in Aran’s attitude. He swallows, glancing at Sebastian, then at Agatha, almost uneasily.

The anger that was displayed on his face seconds ago is gone. “Gerard… you’re here…” Agatha looks stunned as she glances at Aran, who is emotionless and then back at the man. Gerard smirks slightly as he looks between the two.

“I thought I was welcome at any time, but perhaps now is not the right time?” he asks lightly, shoving his hand into his pocket as his sharp eyes flit between Aran and Sebastian and then snap to me. My heart skips a beat and I feel uneasy.

This man looks to be in his forties, which means he’s possibly in his late fifties. But what gets to me the most is that he eerily reminds me of Sebastian in more ways than just those eyes.

Instinctively, I grip onto Sebastian’s jacket, not knowing who he is. He is obviously familiar with the family if he was let in just like that… but in the years I was married to Sebastian, not once have I seen him. Who is he?

“Not at all! You are always welcome, but you could have told us so we could have come to collect you from the airport and had a feast prepared! First them, now you! I need to go tell the cooks to prepare a feast!” Agatha says, going over to him and hugging him tightly.

The man smirks, hugging her back.” No need. I had business to tend to first, anyway.” Aran and the man shake hands before he turns to Sebastian, who doesn’t move from where he’s sitting. “And you are?” Sebastian asks, cocking a brow. The man mirrors his move, cocking his own brow.

“Gerard King?” “Is that supposed to mean something to me?” Sebastian asks arrogantly. The man looks at Aran, curiosity in his eyes. “Aran’s cousin, a shame you haven’t even told your son about me,” he says with mock disappointment before he chuckles.

“Well, you aren’t one to take pictures, but Sebastian does know of you,” Aran says, surprisingly far calmer than before.

“Oh, does he?” Gerard says as he saunters into the room and takes a seat on one of the armchairs, his piercing eyes on Sebastian.

Sebastian asks his father. “I mentioned to you about your

comment. You have your own pack in France. Correct?” Sebastian asks. “That is correct, that is correct,”

dark, almost as dark as Sebastian’s, but he has a dusting of

don’t worry, you are like a son to me, so that makes this woman my daughter-in-law? Correct?”

it does!” Agatha responds, smiling politely as she glances at Aran, who says nothing. “So, you know who she is,” Sebastian

are possessive, but I don’t know her beautiful name.” Gerard smirks. “Zaia, Zaia

Mr King.” I remind him politely, making him clench his jaw. Gerard is watching us

know where I have seen you before. For a moment I thought we have already met,

happened outside a hotel a short while back. I was almost killed.

world really needs to be cleansed of all the scum ruining it…” he

the news? Everything else seems to fade and if I had any doubt before,

to be him… and if so, does he know that I recognise him? Sebastian places his hand on my thigh and I’m pulled from my thoughts. I scan the room to see Agatha has

argument that was about to go down was diffused for now. “Father, can I speak to you privately?” Sebastian

jaw. “Oh, don’t stop on my behalf, and I wouldn’t consider myself a guest… but as you wish,” Gerard says. “Or… perhaps while you both have

think that would be great.” I look at Sebastian, who is frowning sharply, and

before looking at his father and jerking his head towards the door. “Come,

to the door. Sebastian glances back at me, before frowning at the man opposite me and leaves the room. Aran shuts the door after

SEBASTIAN.

door of his office shut.

business! Sebastian, enough!” Dad threatens. “No. I want to know because whatever it

issue… more than wanting to know what the reason is, it’s wanting to know why… why was I never

of course. “Since when does another’s opinion matter?” Dad spits. “It does when it’s the parents of my woman. Their

head as he stands there behind his desk, staring at me. “We accepted Zaia, did we not? Why

when I know I’m constantly being lied to! There are things I should know, but I am never told!