The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 198: When Gambling Goes Wrong

Isadora had a mix of emotions storming through her. She was mad at him. Worried she hadn’t seen her friend. Uncomfortable because of the way this place made her feel.

She channeled them all and said. "I’m not in the mood to talk with you." She turned away.

Kraven grasped her chin. "Don’t look away from me," he said through clenched teeth. "I want us to talk."

"We’ve been talking the same way you insulted me."

"I never thought of you as a child, love. Never."

"Then why did you make the decision yourself?"

His jaw tightened more until it felt like his teeth would turn to dust. "I always make my decisions. I take control."

"But you yield to me," she pressed.

"Yes... I do."

"I’m starting to think you do not."

He narrowed his eyes.

"I would’ve taken the tonic anyway," she said softly.

"You cheated!"

The sound of the voice pulled their focus, the commotion came from a few tables away from them. A massive Fae pointed accusingly at Logi, who had a smug grin plastered on his lips.

"I fucking warned him not to gamble."

"Is that a bad thing?" Isadora asked, wondering why he was so opposed to it.

She knew gambling was bad, and judging from the outburst, Logi had done something.

But Kraven’s convictions got her curious.

"He’s too smart for it, and everyone else will think he’s cheating."

The conversation got more heated as the massive Fae flipped the table, signaling his followers around him.

"I think he’s in trouble," Isadora said worriedly.

"He got himself in this mess, he can get out."

She faced him with a pointed glare.

"Don’t look at me like that, love."

"Fine, then stay here," she rose to her feet and marched toward the scene.

"Calm down, folks, I did nothing of the such..." Logi mused. "How about you bring the manager?"

The massive Fae grabbed his collar, forcing Logi to his feet. "Don’t you dare—"

"Let him go."

They turned their attention to the petite girl.

"And who are you?"

"Sadly, his companion."

"Then you should know... your companion owes me money. He’s a cheater."

Isadora sighed, shooting Logi a glare. "He told you not to gamble," she said, ignoring the man.

"What can I say? I can’t resist a good game."

"Hey, woman!" The man snapped, furious.

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you..." Logi mused. "Blood will spill."

"Oh yeah?" The man mused as more of his followers encircled them.

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"Alda..." Logi grumbled, resorting to his last option. He kicked the man right between his legs, the action prompting a pained growl as he released Logi.

His followers used this as an opportunity to attack.

Isadora kicked one of them in the knee, forcing him down to her level, then punched him square in the face.

The impact sent an aching sensation through her fist. She hissed, rubbing against it.

Another person came behind her, but Logi grabbed a chair and struck it right into the person’s back, and he collapsed to the floor.

"Now, can we see the manager?" Logi announced, pumped for more.

His original plan to draw the manager out may not have worked as planned because they were bird-brained people who couldn’t stand a challenge, but this was far more entertaining.

Their response was... the crackle of their knuckles, burning for another fight.

"Tell me, little one, ever had a bar fight before?"

Isadora smirked, raising her tightened fist. "There’s a first time for everything."

"Get them!" The massive Fae barked orders.

They encircled them in a heartbeat, and the enclave erupted with pained cries, drowned out by punches, kicks, crashes, and the maiden’s screams as they hid from the chaos.

Logi seized a jug and smashed it right into someone’s head, but that only got on their nerves.

"I didn’t mean that," Logi voiced, but it was too late, as he was clasped by the collar and thrown into the air.

"Look at those ugly ears." A man repulsed, circling Isadora, who waited for his attack.

"What? Haven’t seen a mannfae before?" Isadora said more pissed than worried that the hood of her tunic had fallen off.

"I heard there was a mannfae here once..." he mused. "But got stolen by the Reaper." He brought out his dagger. "Doesn’t matter, nasty things like you always fetch a good price." He charged toward her.

But he didn’t take up to three steps as a hand grabbed his collar and tore him backward until he was thrown into the air, colliding with the wall.

"This was Logi’s mess and you shouldn’t have interfered," Kraven said, clearly having had enough.

"I could say the same for you..." Isadora mused. "You’re interfering." freёweɓnovel.com

He opened his mouth to speak, but a chair slammed against his back, the splinters breaking apart and flying around.

A surprised gasp was released from Isadora upon the impact.

Kraven didn’t even flinch, simply popping a hard muscle around his neck, turning to the attacker, his face screaming for blood.

Isadora saw it coming. She swiftly darted in front of him, spinning a kick straight into the person’s face, sending them reeling into a table with a crash.

She spun back to Kraven, who stared at her hotly like he wanted to devour her in an instant.

"No killing, this is a bar fight," she said.

With a smirk plastered on his lips and hunger burning through his gaze, he grabbed a random person who almost attacked and twisted their hand at an unnatural angle.

The sickening snap of his bones filled the air, causing Isadora to flinch.

"That doesn’t mean I can’t break some bones, right?" he mused.

Isadora huffed. The words to say hung in her throat.

"What is happening to my establishment?!" A voice roared through.

"Oh look, that must be the manager. It’s about time!" Logi yelled, all while strangling someone with a rope, the victim helplessly tapping his arms for freedom.

"Thornfoot!" Kraven and Isadora said in unison.

The moment Thornfoot set his obsidian eyes on them, his blood ran cold, especially when they settled on silver ones.

"Hello, Thornfoot." Kraven grinned like the devil, his eyes burning with madness. "Did you miss me?"

Thornfoot bolted in a heartbeat, eager to flee.

Kraven rolled his eyes, unsheathing his dagger, and flung it toward him.

Thornfoot’s hand was pinned to the wall as a gut-wrenching scream released from him.

His body tensed when he heard stomping footsteps approaching him. He turned as Kraven pinned him to the wall.

"It’s unfortunate for you, old friend. Rav isn’t here to do business with you. You’ve got to deal with me."