*Tiara*
"Dad?! What are you saying?" I couldn't help but furrow my brow in sheer disbelief. The words that tumbled from his lips felt like they belonged to a fevered dream. "I think you're not feeling good. Let me talk to your doctor," I said, my fingers deftly pulling my phone from my pocket.
"No, Tiara. I am not too sick to not think straight," he insisted, his voice carrying a grave weight.
But what he claimed was simply preposterous, my heart vehemently declared.
"So why are you saying something that makes no sense?!" I challenged, my voice tinged with irritation.
The very idea was so absurd that it grated on my nerves. He was my dad, so he was able to speak about my mate in such a manner in front of me. If it had been anyone else uttering ominous words about my mate, they would
