I Am The Luna

Chapter 0172
“You will, just not right now,” Sebastian says. “There’s a lot we need to discuss prior, and I wonder if you might have any more insight into certain things.”
I look at his father, who simply continues working on his laptop, wondering if I should go over or not..
I decide to do so and cross the room. “Mr. King, it’s good to see you after so long. I apologise for upsetting you and for any pain I have caused you.” I say, offering him my hand.
He pauses, his sharp blue eyes that are duller than Sebastian’s flick to mine, and he c ocks a brow, reminding me a lot of his son. “You will need to earn my acceptance. You are the reason this family was torn apart-”
“That’s not true. I’m the one who cheated on her. I’m the one who hurt her and rejected her. You know that. She had nothing to do with that.” Sebastian says sharply.
I look over at him mouthing ‘I can handle it’, but he’s not having it. His eyes are flashing silver as he glares at his father.
Aran scoffs as he snaps his laptop shut and stands to his full height, glaring at his son with anger or… is that hatred?
My stomach sinks as I look between them. Both men are staring at one another with contempt and hostility…
things hadn’t just gotten ‘bad’ this was far worse than I could have imagined.

How? How could things have gotten so bad? Is this my fault?
“Ok, let’s all sit down, Look we are happy that Zaia is here, right Aran?
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She’s home. Our grandchildren are home.”
“A little too late… What’s the point of your return now when it is already too late,” he mutters the end part, and I almost don’t hear it as Agatha begins fussing over Sebastian and me, but I just about caught
it.
“Too late? Why is it too late, Mr. King?” I ask quietly, making Agatha and Sebastian look at us sharply.
His eyes snap up to me and I see him clench his jaw, but he refuses to reply by simply turning his gaze away.
“I will go tell the cook to prepare a feast!” Agatha says, trying to diffuse the tension. “The journey must have made you hungry! I can’t wait to hear everything about my grandchildren!” She’s almost at the door when Sebastian stops her.
“No, Mom, there are things we need to discuss first.”
She huffs, planting her hands on her hips. “And what, pray tell, do we need to discuss?”
Sebastian sits down on the sofa opposite his father, spreading his arms across the back of the sofa, he rests his left ankle on his right knee as he looks between his parents, before settling on his father.
I’m expecting him to say The Blood Borns, wondering if they’ll know anything, but what he says surprises me.
“I want to know exactly what the issue between Hugh Toussaint and you is, and this time, you will not deny me the answers,” Sebastian says, his voice is cold and then I feel it; the wave of power that fills the room and I realise he’s commanded his father to answer him.
I look across at the older man, whose face is pale, but he looks absolutely angry at the insult.
“So now you think you can command me?” He