He was hurt.

"What did you want to talk to me?" Sebastian asked, his gaze flickering to where Elliana left.

"The annual ball dance is less than a month away. We have gotten information that you have information about some Vampire Dukes in Africa. We were hoping to call the Dukes from all over the world. That information can help us -"

Stephano started and Sebastian shifted his gaze from the pathway to the elder brother he was competing with. 

"And for some reason, you think I'll give the information that I earned with such hard work to you. Why? Why should I do that when I am denied the information I want from the royal palace? When I am treated like I am a part of the family, but also someone who is thrown out of the palace?" Sebastian's words were provocative and accusing.

He didn't look at his grandpa. He didn't need to. Abramo very well understood what his youngest grandson was trying to insinuate here, and he stepped ahead to hold his hand but held himself back.