The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 155: Weak For You

"Come any closer, Isadora, and I can’t guarantee you’ll leave here alive."

Isadora halted her steps instantly as he pinned her down with a stern gaze. The pressure in the air dropped and it became harder to breathe properly. It was a clear message that he didn’t want her any more close.

However, having those dilated, unfocused silver eyes on her she knew he wasn’t well. He was already breaking in a cold sweat, his chest rising and falling more heavily, his golden brown skin was dull and his lips pale.

He’d clearly lost too much blood.

"Y-You’re bleeding..." she said softly, leveling her eyes to the stained floor. ’How long has he been like this?’

"I know," he replied, bringing the pipe to his lips and sipping from it, this time the smoke curled from his nose.

"I-I need to heal you."

He chuckled softly. "Do that love and you’ll regret it..." He tilted his head to the side. "The only thing keeping me from slitting your throat open and dismembering you... is this wound."

Isadora’s wide eyes landed on his wound and then at the bloody dagger on the table beside him. Her breath grew ragged as the realization struck her hard.

’How could he?’ she thought with trembling eyes.

"Y-You hurt yourself to prevent killing me?" she voiced as her lips quivered profusely.

"Yes," he replied like it was nothing.

But it wasn’t to Isadora. To go through such lengths to keep from succumbing to his thirst was hard to comprehend, he made himself weak so that he wouldn’t hurt her.

A tear slid down from her face. "Why would you do such a thing?"

Kraven narrowed his eyes trying to understand why she would ask such a question when it was obvious why he did this. "So that I wouldn’t kill you, love."

Her breath hitched. "You’re insane!" She hated the words she said to him but how else was she meant to handle this situation?

It was too much to bear or even think of and he sat there like it was nothing as if it was a simple decision. Hurting yourself for someone was not something simple.

Kraven, the Reaper, terrifying to people who dared speak his name, rendered himself weak for her.

How else was she supposed to process something like that?

He raised an eyebrow at her accusation. "I am." He tapped the bottom of his smoke pipe against the small wooden plate to remove the ash.

"You could have just told me to leave!" She yelled. "Why do this?!"

"Hmph... that’s a great idea too," he mused, licking his dry lips. "But I don’t want you to leave."

"You can’t have both," she rasped. "Let me leave."

"Would you leave?" he countered.

The remaining words hung in her throat. Now that he mentioned it, it was a gnawing realization.

This scared her to the core—knowing that even though he was overcome by his thirst—she still wouldn’t find it in her heart to leave.

Had she begun to tolerate his presence? In the past, she would have wasted no time to be away from him, if an island was between them she wouldn’t have hesitated to jump into the sea and swim toward a deserted one

Yet here she was like her feet were magically pinned to the floor when she had every option to leave, undressed under the eyes of this Dark Fae.

Even the gods can’t explain her behavior, maybe she was becoming insane like him.

Kraven sneered as he watched his little bunny hit a time pause, conflicted with whatever was going inside her head. He knew exactly what it was and he was more pleased to know.

He was driving her insane.

"You wouldn’t," he answered. "Do you have feelings for me, little bunny?"

She blushed and took a step back as if his words had violated her.

Kraven broke into a hard laughter, even though it took much of his energy to produce the sound.

His head was already spinning from the loss of blood and the feeling of faint overwhelmed him. His heartbeat pulsed faster than it was meant to.

Kraven exhaled sharply, trying to focus on the little bit of energy he’d, keeping his dazed eyes on her. "Doesn’t matter... I won’t let you go either way," he said in a ragged whisper, his hot gaze raking her entire body.

The tunic clung to her petite form, cheeks flushed, and her glassy eyes. The emotions that stormed her gaze as well as the thoughts that burned within her mind. It was all his.

"You’re mine," he murmured breathlessly.

Isadora couldn’t help it, his words made her heart dance and the butterflies were no longer considered dead because they kept fluttering happily in her stomach.

They were traitors, her body was the main one too, and her mind? The gods knew this attraction she had for him both pleased and terrified her.

"That’s for you." Kraven nudged his head toward the furniture by her left. "Would have given it to you myself but I can’t move right now."

Isadora’s eyes traveled to it, there was a wrapped cloth on top. "What is it?"

"See for yourself," Kraven replied as he held the pipe between his lips, using his other hand to bring the candle close to the bowl.

Isadora gulped as her eyes faced the cloth, her feet tapped against the floor as she walked closer to it and unwrapped the material.

She gasped, setting her eyes on the twin daggers, they almost had the same length as a sword but were exceptionally small, little runic letters decorated the fine steel.

"It’s a bit smaller than the others," she voiced, suddenly regretting losing them during her fight with the sigil beast.

"Your fight with the Snákr was flawed and your posture was wrong the entire time, the swords were too big for you and your body didn’t flow properly with them."

"I was fighting for my life, and you were analyzing my fight," Isadora said as a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.