Iris looked around the room nervously as Xiu’s words sunk in. She shook her head. “Wait.”
“Dad, we talked about this,” Jay spoke quietly. “She isn’t ready.”
“I’m not his mate,” she blurted out at the same time Jay spoke.
He turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow, “what do you mean you’re not my mate.”
“I mean, I think,” she fiddled with her fingers as she fidgeted on his lap, “my mom was your mate the way the prophecy said and the only reason you think I’m your mate is because I have her blood, or at least half of her is in my blood. I think you just smell her on me.”
He blinked at her, his mouth opening and closing before he looked to the three men in the room who all had similar startled expressions.
“Why do you think this?” he pushed her further.
She swallowed with embarrass
