IRIS' P. O. V.
I stood up abruptly from the couch, shaking my head. I found it hard to believe that Lance was Blake's father, I mean it made absolutely no sense to me.
"That is not fücking possible. Lance can not be Blake's father. It just.... It just doesn't make any sense to me."
"You don't believe me," She murmured as she looked up from admiring her nails.
"I don't.... I don't know what to believe, okay?!" I snapped. "You've told me a lot of things that I am still yet to process and then you drop this bomb about Lance being Blake's father and I then you expect me to just take your word for it." I began to pace around. My brain felt like it was going to explode, there was just too much to process. Where exactly was I going to start from?
"I have no reason to lie to you, Iris. What
