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.

The man looks at Aran, curiosity in his eyes. “Aran’s cousin, a shame you haven’t even told

to 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

mentioned to you about your grandfather’s

kind of rings a bell, but it was a passing comment. You have your own pack in France. Correct?” Sebastian asks.

I being paranoid? His hair is dark, almost as dark as Sebastian’s, but he

this beauty?” He asks suddenly, now turning to me. Sebastian growls lowly. The man chuckles. “Oh, don’t worry, you are like a son to me, so that makes this woman my daughter-in-law? Correct?” he remarks, glancing at Sebastian’s

responds, smiling politely as she glances at Aran, who says nothing. “So, you

After all, us Kings are possessive, but I don’t know her beautiful name.” Gerard smirks. “Zaia, Zaia Toussaint.” I

are not married, Mr King.” I remind him politely, making him clench his jaw. Gerard

lovely to meet 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 think

fact, 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,

don’t really watch the news, especially when it’s always so dark. The world really needs to be cleansed of all the scum ruining it…” he says, almost as if

Didn’t he say he doesn’t watch the news? Everything else seems to fade and if

Sebastian places his hand on my thigh and I’m pulled from my thoughts. I scan the room

to go

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

reply, when I 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 he can read me. I

Gerard before looking at his father

before frowning at the man opposite me and leaves the room. Aran shuts the door

SEBASTIAN.

coldness back in his voice the moment. the door of his

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