"How's your injury?" Sharky asked Alina. For the past few days, he had been taking care of her wounds without pause.
"Almost better," Alina replied. At first, she hadn't believed his treatment would work—but eventually, she had to admit it was helping.
She opened her mouth to say more, but stopped when Sharky's expression suddenly shifted. His eyes grew sharp, scanning the shadows.
"Who's there?" he demanded.
"What happened?" Alina asked, but then her expression change, from the shadow, a masked woman in white appeared.
Her black hair fluttered around; her skin was fair and her eyes were sharp. Even though there was a mask covering her face, anyone could tell that she was an incredible beauty. However, there was a hint of chilliness and arrogance in her expression, which would make it hard for anyone to feel any sense of intimacy.
"Huh?" The white-clad woman clearly hadn't expected Sharky to notice her so quickly.
