I Am The Luna

Chapter 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.

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

take pictures, but Sebastian does know of you,” Aran says, surprisingly

as he saunters into the room and takes a seat on one of the armchairs, his

“I mentioned to you about your grandfather’s

own pack in France. Correct?” Sebastian asks. “That is correct, that is correct,” Gerard says,

almost as dark as Sebastian’s, but he has a dusting of grey could he be the man

lowly. The man chuckles. “Oh, don’t worry, you are like a son to me, so that makes this woman my daughter-in-law?

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

I understood that much. After all, us Kings are possessive, but I don’t know her

Aran answers disapprovingly. “We are not married, Mr King.” I remind him politely, making him clench his jaw. Gerard is watching us casually, but something

you, Zaia… Toussaint. The names sound familiar… Ah yes, the Toussaint empire, now I know where I have seen you before. For a moment I thought we have already met, but

I’m surprised that’s where you remember me from. I was involved in a mass shooting that happened outside a hotel a short while back. I was almost killed. Everyone remembers me from there. Especially when I took on that pathetic excuse of a being who was killing mercilessly.” I say, looking him

it’s always so dark. The world really needs to be cleansed of

agree more,” I say. Didn’t he say he doesn’t watch the news? Everything

feel he is the shooter… It has 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

that was about to

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

place my hand on his arm. “I think that would be great.” I look at Sebastian, who is frowning sharply, and I reach up and peck his lips softly. Our eyes meet and I hope this time

I say quietly. Sebastian nods, glancing at Gerard before looking at his father and jerking his head towards the door.

at the man opposite me and

SEBASTIAN.

back in his voice the moment. the door of his office shut. “No, it can’t.

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