Her mother froze as if terrified. “No.”
“Oh yes,” she glared back at her and approached her. “You think I don’t know the game you played? You risked my life to save yours. I hope this time when Onyx tries to bite your head off, he doesn’t miss.” The words were quietly exchanged between them but her mother’s wail of terror as she fell to the floor grabbing at Iris’s legs was dramatic. She rolled her eyes.
“Iris, your mother was genuinely concerned,” her father rasped out. “Dave was asking if your job, working for the last two years in the Zhao building, was because I planted you there to share information on Ban Zhi’s group. She begged them to leave you alone and insisted you knew nothing of my affiliation with Ban Zhi or my undercover work for the CIA. Your mother has all along believed
