A waiter appeared to her left and she looked up nervously as the man cleared his throat and it was a growly noise. He wasn’t looking at her though, he was looking at Jay as if warning him, but of what, she was unsure.
Jay nodded once and inhaled sharply, “bring Iris a glass of wine. I’ll have my usual.”
Iris looked around the room and noted again, nobody was looking in their direction, but the atmosphere was tense, and she felt strongly everyone was watching her.
“What is it?”
“I feel like all eyes are on me, but nobody is even looking this way.” She whispered lowly, hissing across the table as she pulled her menu up to her chest. “It’s weird.”
He chuckled, “every person in this room belongs to my thrall, or clan if you prefer.”
“Clan? The Obsidian Brotherhood thing?”
“Yes, but als
