Chapter 158 Blood Feud

• I held what I hoped looked like a warm smile on my face when I saw Iris the next morning for breakfast. Internally, though, I reeled with shock.
• She looked unbelievably different. Her energy was different, too.
• Iris wore a crisp beige blouse and a floral print skirt, apparently having gone shopping by now, and had her hair pulled back into a tidy ponytail. She still gave me an eerie feeling; there was something very off about her. But that wild, menacing energy I had gotten from her in the past was gone.