"Who are you?" Faolan asked.
"I am the Mannanán Mac Lir." He said, with a smile on his face. He glanced over his shoulder and ducked his head. "Our son really has no manners at all." He looked up at Alanna.
"Our son?" Faolán repeated and looked from one to the other. Yes, Cha was the son of Pandia with Mannanán. "Wait…where the hell were you when the little shit over there was raping her? And why did it take you so long to finally to beat his ass?"
Faolán was furious. The bastard Mannanán had left Pandia completely unprotected, to the point where she was abused by Cha; he didn't show up to help at any time while that fucker was giving trouble to them. Now, what did he expect?
"I ask for forgiveness. I've been busy." he said.
"Busy? All this time?" Alanna asked, frowning. "That little shit caused a lot of problems for me and my partner, for my son! And you come to tell me you've been 'busy'?"
