"Tough family situations hm?"
Eva turned to find the drunk Seraphess. Her hair was crimson, burning so brightly which would have made even flame envious by how bright her hair color was. When their eyes met, Eva could see the smirk from the woman's face, but it didn't feel oddly sinister, instead it felt like the smile of someone who understands.
"A quarrel," she answered with a small smile but the woman laughed, as if she had just said to her a joke.
"Yes, a quarrel where your mother support your sister as she calls you a whore? I'll believe it is a quarrel when you call her a harlot in return."
Blinking her green eyes, Eva wondered if the woman really expect her to call her sister by names. But again, Serena had done it without a guilt.
"I'm Freya Torners," the Seraphess introduced, "What's your name?"
It was the first time a Seraphess even bothered to ask her name, seemingly truly interested to know her not because she just wanted to make fun of her.
