The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 156: Why Did You Choose Me?

"Do you like it?"

"I lost the others," Isadora said, biting her bottom lip.

She knew these swords were forged by him. She hated herself for not caring for them properly, yet he gave her another.

"It’s a good thing you did, this is better."

Isadora kept her eyes on the blades, it was far better crafted than the first ones she had. And when she held the twin daggers, they were so light, almost like she held feathers.

"Thank you."

"Don’t thank me, love."

Isadora dropped the daggers and faced him. Her eyes linger on his bleeding wound before shifting to his eyes, the same ones he hadn’t taken off since she walked into this room.

"What do you want then?"

"Smart girl," he mused as he brought the pipe to his lips and sipped. "You owe me a wish then."

"Okay," she murmured, silently praying it wouldn’t be an insane demand like falling off a mountain.

Kraven coughed, dropping the pipe on the table. "Go to bed, love."

His sudden command made Isadora’s pulse quicken, her eyes moving to the sunset and then back to him.

He wanted her to leave him like this? He may be a powerful Fae who doesn’t feel pain but his body knows its limits.

He would eventually collapse or worse.

Isadora couldn’t help the worry gnawing at her insides. He was being suicidal, and knowing she was the cause of this only fueled her concern.

"Your wound, I need to heal it."

"I’ll heal when I’m ready, love."

’Heal? His body is already weakened,’ Isadora thought, studying him closely.

She had been close to the sick and wounded all her life, and seen so much blood and grotesque inflictions far more than she could count.

So she knew... Kraven was not in his right mind for any action, he was weakened.

"How many of me do you see?" she asked testing the waters.

He frowned at her question. "A hundred I guess or more."

"And your thirst?"

He paused with a thoughtful expression. "Temporarily I don’t hear the annoying impulse. Ha... seems like my body is too weak to function now." He chuckled softly, the sound dull and lifeless.

Isadora swallowed a lump in her throat as she uttered her request. "Can I come closer now?"

"Silly girl." Kraven clicked his tongue, the stern look in her ambers told him she was not leaving, and this only thrilled him more at the thought of her being defiant.

"Come on then... if you want to face death."

Isadora walked toward him without hesitation, boldly facing death like a friend. She eyed the bloody dagger on the table and then dragged her gaze back to him.

A weak smirk played on Kraven’s lips as he watched his obsession stalk closer, she didn’t look afraid, not in the slightest. She looked more concerned about him.

He had always thrived in her fear yet in this moment he loved how bravely she faced him despite knowing that there might be a chance he’d attack her.

He knew she wouldn’t go down without a fight anyway.

Isadora stopped before him, unfazed by the blood beneath her feet. She stood still, waiting for him.

Kraven licked his lips, eyeing her unshaken form, hands twitching against his lap driven by the temptation to touch her.

He succumbed to it in the blink of an eye, grabbing her waist and forcing her to sit on his unwound lap. He buried his face in her neck taking a deep whiff of her honeyed scent, a subtle groan vibrating deep in his chest.

He murmured in a ragged whisper. "Go on... weave for your life."

Isadora tried to concentrate as he took little bites on her neck as if he couldn’t resist tasting her skin.

She moved her free hand, fingers waving gracefully as her red weaves swirled around her wrist before flowing to her fingertips.

Drawing her them backward in a pointed gesture, directing her weaves to his wound, the blood vessels weaved shut and then his flesh closed up leaving no scar behind. freeweɓnøvel.com

In an instant Kraven abruptly stood up with her in his arms, causing Isadora to yelp. She firmly pressed the dagger on his neck as he led them to the bathhouse.

Kraven dipped both of them into the water as the blood stain washed out of them.

"Y-You should put me down before you collapse," she said, placing the cold steel on his bare chest, carefully making sure she didn’t hurt him in the process.

"I won’t because I love your scent." He leaned into her neck.

"Put me down..." she said. "Please?"

Kraven’s body flinched at her plea, at first a deep frown took over his features before a growl followed.

The water rippled as he moved. Placing her on the platform, he rested his hands at her sides, eyeing her with a dark and dangerous look.

Isadora gulped pondering what she did wrong. Eager to stop him from staring at her like he wanted to eat her alive, her mouth moved. "How do you feel now?"

Kraven blinked before popping a loosened muscle on his neck. "Like a log..."

The bags under his eyes were visible, he was too weak and his aura was calm. This may be vulnerable but Isadora liked it.

He wasn’t aimed at dismembering her and he wasn’t torn with his thirst, instead, he looked more irritated and tired.

Isadora snorted a laugh, her body pausing when the sound escaped her.

Kraven tilted his head, no words were said but his look was enough to force her to speak.

But Isadora didn’t want him to find out her thoughts. Letting him know she preferred him weak didn’t seem like a good idea.

He might do something drastic despite his condition so she asked instead. "Can I ask a question?"

There was silence from him for a few seconds before he spoke in that gravelly tired voice of his. "Go on."

"Why did you choose me for your silent mission?"