JASMINE'S POV
On sighting Xaden and Erik with a little girl on Xaden's arm, I instantly froze.
The girl said, "Uncle Xaden, why is this woman wearing chains? Don't they hurt her?"
I felt my heart suppress once I heard her call him Uncle.
Why was I worried if she was his daughter? It was none of my business anyway.
No one said a word.
"Huh, Uncle Xaden?" The girl asked, tugging at Xaden's top.
Then she turned to me. "Don't they hurt?"
I gave a weak smile. "No, they don't, dear."
She frowned as if she suspected I was lying.
Xaden was staring at me.
I hadn't seen him since the night before, when he had saved me in the room from the other girls.
He had steered clear of me, and from what I saw, he didn't want me an inch around him.
"Jade, why don't we let Uncle Xaden talk for a minute, okay?" Erik said, breaking the silence.