The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 170: Lost

Silence stretched between them, neither looking away as they waited for the other to make the first move.

Isadora’s heartbeat pulsed rapidly in her chest, her lingering smirk curled on her lips, mirroring Kraven’s.

He kept his silver eyes on her like a predator marking its prey, ready to pounce when needed.

A hot thrill shot through Isadora, her boots moved backward, the sharp crunching sound filling the air. She saw it then... the dark glint in his eyes begging her to run.

Her race quickened as her body twirled. At the corner of her eye, she saw him move, a squeak escaping from her as Kraven chased her, but he had more speed and caught up quickly.

His hands wrapped around her wrist, and Isadora thrashed to break free, causing both of them to tumble into the snow.

The flurry of white, exploding around them and twirling into the air. Kraven grunted as Isadora landed on him. She quickly adjusted her body and straddled his waist, giggling as she shoved snow directly into his face.

"There..." She mused. "You look less terrifying, all covered in snow."

Kraven growled, grabbing her waist, flipping her over in one swift movement.

Isadora yelped as her back met the ground. She didn’t have time to register anything as he pinned her in the snow, hands locked at the side of her head.

Kraven grinned, his eyes flickering with a glow. The sight of her caged beneath him was pleasing.

His mind altered many things he would love to do, how much he would break and worship her body, put back the pieces just to do it all over again. They’d be stuck in a desired time loop.

But at this moment, he savored the image of his little bunny rather than his fantasies, burying it deep within his memory.

The heavy rise and fall of her chest, her flushed cheeks from the cold, spreading to her nose. Her wide eyes and stretched lips, revealing her teeth, reminding him of the pleasant laugh she had produced earlier.

The seven gods knew he would never forget that sound. Aside from her screams, that was another thing he began to crave.

"Yield," he voiced a command, an amusement twinkling in his eyes.

And when that sharp defying look plastered across her face, causing her ambers to burn like the sun, his cock almost tore through his leather—pulsing with raw need and the sensation of burying deep within her caused a pleasant chill down his spine.

Isadora huffed. "Never."

Alda! He wanted to rip through her clothing and take her right here, she would freeze from the cold as he wreck her body beyond recovery.

He sank his teeth into his bottom lip before forcing himself to speak. "Careful, darling, I’m a few seconds away from losing control."

Isadora couldn’t help but let her gaze drop to his lips, the sight of them stirring a deep desire within her.

When she dragged her eyes back to his, she found him watching her with a maddening hunger.

Her brain was almost sliced in two by the look—it was untamed and sent goosebumps down her skin. It made her wonder what his thoughts were, but having a second guess, she knew it wouldn’t be anything good.

Then why does she carve it?

"Your eyes say a lot, darling," he mumbled in a ragged whisper, lips touching, but he did not attempt to kiss her like she wanted.

Isadora remained frozen beneath him, her mind in a chaotic twirl but none conflicting—waiting... for what? She couldn’t tell, but her body knew.

Kraven moved his lips to her ear. "Shall I make them come true?"

Her breathing hitched when she felt his other hand moving to her thigh, strangely, her body came alive even though their clothes served as a barrier.

For weeks, he had only trained her, never touched her, except when he needed to show her the way of the sword. Kraven had been nothing but a stern master.

At first, it seemed like a welcomed idea—convincing herself it was for the best. She didn’t want him to resort to hurting himself just to touch her.

But she couldn’t imagine how twisted her mind was, because she craved his touch.

It was silly of her.

Suddenly reminded of that imposing threat, Isadora skillfully slipped her wrist from his hold, reaching for her thigh where her holster was strapped.

But Kraven caught it before she could reach for it and slammed her hand above her head in a bruising hold.

"Now now, darling, too late for that." He pressed his body more into her. "You’re caged." He leaned toward her lips in a heartbeat.

However, just when their lips touched, a snowball slammed right into Kraven’s face.

Kraven turned sharply to see Logi standing just a few feet away, holding a parchment paper.

"I hate to ruin the moment," he drawled. "But I think we’ve a problem."

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"What do you mean you can’t pinpoint our location?" Kraven asked as irritation crawled through him. "You said you could get us a mile from the Grim Isle."

"I know," Logi mumbled under his breath, stern eyes pinned on the map, spread out on the boulder.

An oval glass navigator on top, with a glass arrow within, meant to pinpoint a direction, but it rotated endlessly, depicting their situation.

Isadora swallowed a lump in her throat. ’Does this mean we’re lost?’

Kraven crouched to get a closer look at the map. "Then where are we?"

"Anywhere on the continent."

"You were careful with the craft."

"I was."

"Is this a mistake, Logi?" Kraven asked in an eerily calm tone.

Logi’s teeth clenched, and he raised a hand as if to grasp the invisible wind. "I never make a mistake."

"Then explain this!" Kraven seethed.

"You already know Faemade’s tunnels are unpredictable." Logi grabbed the navigator and then wrapped the map.

Kraven inhaled sharply as he rose to his full height.

Isadora kept his eyes on him, noting the sudden tension hanging dangerously in the air.

Their earlier play was suddenly a thing of imagination. She couldn’t believe it happened, but the cold on her cheeks forced it back into reality.

"We walk until we find a village," Logi declared, rising to his feet. "That is our only option now."

"And if we don’t?" Kraven challenged.

Logi didn’t reply.

"Then I guess I would be taking your head, for your incompetence."

"This is not the time to throw threats around!" Isadora spoke before she could stop herself.

Having them argue wasn’t what they needed, and if Kraven succumbed to his bloodlust, they would have other things to worry about.

"There is nothing else to think of, Isadora, our option is a village," Logi explained, keeping his hands in place of his words. "We find a village or any spark of civilization, then at least we know we’re on track."

"It’s a plan. There’s no need to argue anymore."

"A waste of time," Kraven said through clenched teeth. "On foot was never the goal. We don’t have Bicorns because we need to avoid any sightings. This was meant to be a swift journey back to Brookcrest."

"You did well on foot for five winters when you took Rav with you," Logi mumbled, walking ahead.

Isadora noted the grudge in his tone.

"Hmm..." Kraven mumbled, keeping his murderous glare on Logi’s back. "I should’ve thought about my chances with him, he acts like a brat who can’t handle mistakes."

"You throw threats around yourself."

Kraven leveled his gaze and raised an eyebrow. "I do that as a means of mercy; killing Logi would be too time-consuming."

Isadora stiffened at his words and knew asking would make her regret it, but she did anyway. "W-Why would it be? What happened to a swift death?"

A wide grin spread on his lips, showing his dimples. "Logi is special, I intend to take my time as I watch the life drain from his eyes."

Isadora scoffed, staring at this impossible Fae; the playful side she had seen earlier had suddenly turned into mere imagination.

"Why so shocked, love?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

’I keep forgetting what kind of Fae he is...’ She thought. ’I’m so consumed with him that I forget he’s meant to be a monster.’

Isadora inwardly cringed at having such thoughts about him, but her mind knew she spoke the truth, and it was a realization, she had spent too much time with him and forgot what he’s capable of.

His thirst.

"Cat got your tongue, love?"

"You speak of killing your companions like it’s a normal thing."

"It is." He narrowed his eyes. "They know it too."

"Do you always imagine ways you could kill anyone?"

He chuckled. "I think about thousands. It’s..." He gave a thoughtful expression. "...Fun."

"W-What about me then? How would you kill me?" Isadora couldn’t believe she had asked such a question, but her mouth had already moved before she could stop.

Kraven’s look darkened, the color in his silver eyes dimmed.

The silence stretched between them, and Isadora grew uncomfortable by the minute.

He moved, and Isadora stepped backward, but his hand grasped her jaw to keep her in place.

Kraven leaned to her in a heartbeat and said. "You don’t want to know that, Isadora."