Well, he tried to silently--with his guilty ass eyes--tell Iris not to overreact but she overreacted and gave the game away. Cal had been fully prepared to pretend that they didn't have a phoenix waiting back at the hideout. That was their goddamn phoenix and these lazy fucking humans with their entitled attitudes could go find their own.
But Iris was a poor liar. Probably that fae part of her. Cal couldn't blame her; he still didn't react, trying to bluff his way out of killing Lieke again. What he said was true. A phoenix exchanging their life for the human's would save him and repair everything that was broken. But it was a last resort for phoenixes and... possibly a last anything for Lieke, if he was on his very last life. Cal didn't want to be the author of that sad ending, but he also wanted these humans off his back. He knew what the woman wanted to do to him, why her hand went to her pocket.
"You have a phoenix." It wasn't even a question. Yas knew and she zeroed in on Iris. "You know where to find one."
"No," Cal said defiantly, shifting closer to Iris to protect her from the trigger-happy human woman. "Fuck off."
The backhand he received surprised him more than hurt him--and then it started to sting. Cal was on his feet but Yas was already grabbing him by the front of the shirt and dragging him close. She was stronger than she looked. "Take me to the phoenix. Right now."