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I respond politely. Sebastian places a hand on my lower back, guiding me to the living room.
I pick up his parents’ scents before I reach the room, feeling a little nervous as we step inside. “Mother, Father, I’m home,”
Sebastian says.
His mother, Agatha, who is sitting on the sofa with her legs up and a magazine in hand, freezes, staring wide -eyed at us. His father, who was on his laptop in the armchair opposite, doesn’t even bother to look up.
“Sebastian, you are ok! Oh my! Zaia! You are back, you are finally back!”
She jumps up and rushes to us, flinging her arms around me tightly. “My Zaia! My daughter-in-law is back!”
“Mom, calm down,”
Sebastian says, for the first time since this morning, I see a proper smirk on his face.
“Don’t tell me to calm down! She’s the only one who cared for me around here!”
She scolds him as she cups my face, smiling happily. Her hazel eyes are full of happiness before she lets go and pulls Sebastian’s face down, kissing his cheeks and forehead.
“I was so scared when I heard you were injured, but you are in far better shape than I imagined! I am so happy you are back, Sebastian, but where are the children? I want to meet my grandchildren.”
“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 apologies 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 cocks a brow, reminding me at 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? 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 sneers. “Aran…”
Agatha whispers, but the older man is not having it.
“NO! He needs to know his place!”
“Ara-“
“Let him say what he wants to.”
Sebastian says coldly.
“Plea-“
“I think I came at the wrong time.”
A deep voice says making us all turn to the open door. A tall muscular man in a dark suit stands there, his dark hair flops over his forehead and his piercing eyesscream power and intelligence.
Piercing blue eyes… just like Sebastian’s…..
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.
“Do I?”
Sebastian asks his father. “I mentioned to you about your grandfather’s brother’s family?”
Aran says, clearly irritated.
“Hmm… it kind of rings a bell, but it was a passing comment. You have your own pack in France. Correct?”
Sebastian asks. “That is correct, that is correct,”
Gerard says, nodding slowly. He reminds me of Sebastian. His mannerisms, his way of talking, his voice…
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