"So I am more than just a prophecy." I say, trying to get Alex to start talking again. Damn, he was right, he sucks at explanations. For the last twenty minutes, he just sat there, sipping from a cup of tea like the world isn't crashing down around us and he didn't just leave me with my biggest question unanswered.
"Of course not." He finally says and then takes another si from his cup.
"Can you stop drinking tea and answer already?" I almost scream in frustration.
"It is hard for me to say it out loud, Iris." He leans closer to me like he is about to tell me a secret.
"To say what?" I whisper, caught in his act.
"Iris, I am your father."
"You what?"
He what?
He starts laughing. "Sorry, kiddo, it would have been a missed opportunity not to."
"You are an asshole, Alex." I say hitt
