The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 168: Sulking Isadora

"Hmm, I wonder why," Logi drawled, a smirk curling on his lips.

This was certainly fun to watch. Kraven was aggravated for all the wrong reasons.

’Should I tell him?’ Logi thought, but then concluded. ’Nah, I’ll enjoy this a little bit. Self-realization is always the best tactic.’ He grinned, playing the scene of when Isadora faced her truth after he told her about Kraven’s thirst.

Kraven didn’t spare Logi a glance, simply ignoring him like a passing nuisance. His entire focus was centered on his little bunny.

His irritation grew beyond comprehension as his gaze lingered. Her mood, silence, and distance spoke volumes that messed with his head.

Ever since she failed to bid farewell to Rav, she’d been hot and cold. Why was she bothered when Rav didn’t have the balls to see her off?

There she was... sulking about him.

Rav wasn’t here, and yet it felt like he was, a ghostly feel of that presence that ate Kraven alive.

Kraven didn’t know which irritated him the more, a sulking Isadora or the thought of Rav filling her thoughts.

The only person who should drown her mind and be her utmost focus—that space in that little head of hers—was reserved for him. Only him.

Getting consumed by another would not be tolerated. Thinking of Raviel was not allowed.

Kraven’s teeth clenched as a sensation crawled up his spine, the more he kept his eyes on her.

His aura became suffocating and caused Logi distress. Self-realization was already down the drain when Kraven spiked his bloodlust.

Kraven might end up doing something far worse if he doesn’t interfere.

’Alda!’ Logi shook his head.

"I think you’re misinterpreting this," Logi voiced, getting fed up with Kraven’s insanity, which was clearly not helping.

Kraven broke his focus and pinned Logi with a dark look. "Is there something you want to say?" His jaw clenched as a vein bulged beneath. "Then say it."

Logi sighed. "I don’t think your tease got to her. Even though you’ve a twisted sense of humor."

"Get to the point," Kraven growled, getting impatient.

Logi clicked his tongue with pity. What would Kraven do without him?

Logi folded his arms and said. "Think about it... She’s out on a mission, her first mission as a ravenite. That alone makes her uncertain about many things."

"Why would she be uncertain? I’ve trained her for weeks. Her progress is magnificent, she shouldn’t worry about anything." He grinned. "She has me, too."

"I’m not talking about her skills."

A frown took over Kraven’s features instantly.

"She’s uncertain because the other part of her who craves friendship and closure is dulled and unfulfilled."

"You’re speaking gibberish now."

"She didn’t get to see her friends. She’d be away for a winter, it’s already too much to handle."

"Friends?" Kraven voiced, not too pleased, knowing the addition to that word.

"Yes, friends, including Rav," Logi said. "Aside from that, she’s on a long mission."

"It’s just one winter."

"Yes, to us it’s a snap of a finger, but to her it’s a very long time."

Kraven turned his gaze back to Isadora, seated on a boulder.

"Hence, her shifty attitude." Logi grinned. "So why don’t you go to her?"

Kraven veered his gaze back to Logi.

"Don’t tease or torment like the insane creation you are, talk."

"Talk," Kraven tasted the word on his lips. "I can talk."

A shiver shot through Logi’s spine, his thoughts alarming him that this might have been a bad idea.

But it was already too late; Kraven was already striding toward Isadora.

Hearing the crunch of boots against the snow, Isadora turned to see Kraven approaching. She was already starting to enjoy the fleeting distraction. Was it time to leave?

However, Kraven wasn’t here for that. Instead, he stood before her, and Isadora’s neck ached from keeping it tilted to meet his gaze.

Isadora gulped, wondering why he was staring at her like that—Like he was determining what chaos to instill.

She moved her gaze to Logi, pinning him with a look that clearly said, ’What’s going on?’

But the response Isadora got in return was Logi turning away like she hadn’t made eye contact with him—whistling to the air.

Isadora’s attention was pulled away when Kraven crouched in front of her, just to meet her height.

"I wondered why you were pouting like a kicked bunny. I thought you were mad at me, I could’ve taken that over this..." His eyes observed her features, every line pressed into her pretty face from sulking too hard.

Isadora blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You’re upset because you didn’t say farewell to your friends. It’s unfortunate."

Isadora scoffed, as the words to say to this impossible Fae hung in her throat.

What exactly was he trying to do? Was he trying to be sentimental? If he were, he was clearly adding more density the fire.

Isadora pinned him with an intense look that could cut through glass. In this case, she wished she could cut his head off as long as she didn’t see that taunting smirk on his lips.

Kraven grabbed her hand and placed it on his cheek, leaning more into the feel of her soft palm.

Isadora bit her bottom lip. Seeing him like this was an unfair move. He always does this to show he is being vulnerable with her.

But Isadora couldn’t settle for that. He had already irked her further.

"Sulking doesn’t suit you, darling," he mused.

Isadora yanked her hand from his grasp and rose to her feet. Turned on her heels, the sudden desire to put a distance between them was very welcoming.

"Come on, love. Hopping away so soon?"

Isadora halted her steps as her jaw clenched. She twirled to him in a heartbeat and seethed. "I’m not sulking!"

Kraven licked his lips, preferring the burning look in her eyes to that earlier expression, like the world weighed upon her. No one deserves to make his little bunny sulk... She was more beautiful with that fire in her gaze.

"How tragic... resulting in a lie only proves me right." He tilted his head to the side, extreme amusement twinkling in his silver eyes and causing a glow to them. "My sulking little bunny."

Isadora’s fist clenched to her sides. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

He chuckled. "Cat got your tongue? Careful if you sulk more, you’ll ruin your pretty face."

Something snapped inside Isadora, before she could read through her own action—she’d already scooped up a handful of snow and hurled it straight at his face.