Chapter 112: THIS IS RIDICULOUS

Xina had almost forgotten about the wounds from her encounter with the mysterious man the previous night until Dalia seized her hand and rolled up her sleeve. The marks were still visible, faint scratches that had eluded both Edward and Canan’s notice, but somehow, Dalia spotted them immediately. Xina hadn’t anticipated this. The grip of the white witch was so strong that even though she wanted to pull away, it was impossible without causing a scene or getting hurt in the process. If it came to that, Xina knew she would be at the greater disadvantage. So, she allowed Dalia to examine the marks as the witch's sharp eyes studied them, as though attempting to unravel their origin. "How about we start with this?" Dalia asked with a sly smirk. "Why don't you tell me where you got these?" She raised Xina's hand, the scratches clearly displayed, and then fixed her with a penetrating stare. Their eyes met, and Xina felt a cold shiver ripple down her spine. The intensity of Dalia’s gaze was