"I see you come out from my dad's Operation room. Who are you? I am sure you are not a doctor."
Malacai gazed at the woman.
She had long black hair and pink irises that looked straight at him. She wore a high school uniform, indicating she was probably a similar age to Malacai.
If not for the incident, Malacai and Nerissa would be at their high school now, nearing their final exams.
Her eyes were sharp and piercing; the pink irises started glowing, seeming to look deep into his soul.
What she saw made her take a step back as she gasped in surprise. But it only lasted for a moment before the woman looked sharply at him again, returning to her previous calmness.
She has a similar height to Nerissa, with a beauty that matched hers.
Her piercing gaze turned to Fiona, "Our Rosswell family had a deal with your Faerith family, and this is how you treat us?
