Theodore froze in his place looking at Lyra. She looked so much like his Iria, he waited so many years in solitude just to see his daughter before taking his own life. But now that he knew that both his mate and daughter were alive and safe, his rage calmed down, the following words came out of his mouth naturally "My daughter"
Lyra widened her eyes staring back at Theodore. No matter how much she denied it, the man in front of her had the same facial features as her own. Then she remembered her parents from the modern world, they looked nothing like her. She hated to admit it but sometimes even she doubted her possible adoption. But her mind refused to think about that possibility, knowing how much they loved her.
Lyra turned her confused gaze towards Blake "Who is that?"
Blake glanced at Theodore's eager face and answered "He is your father, Lilly"
