The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 206: Large Appetite

Kraven gave three silver coins to the seller before ushering Isadora to a table.

"Why are we here?" she asked, sitting. She tried her best to resist the wonderful aroma.

Gods knew this was the last place she wanted to eat after what that elderly woman tried to do.

"Your stomach has been roaring for the last hour; it’s getting frustrating," Kraven said, removing his sword from his back and placing it on the table to take a seat.

Isadora blushed. "N-No it wasn’t!" she denied hotly, but her stomach failed to get the message, growling like a beast had been unleashed.

Kraven arched an eyebrow.

She quickly looked away. "I guess I must be a little hungry. We had nothing but rations for the past moon."

"Little is quite a stretch, don’t you think, love?" he mused.

Her blush got hotter until the temperature matched the heat of the sun.

Thankfully, the food was served, and a bowl was positioned before Isadora. The aroma obscured her nose until she was on the brink of drooling.

"You aren’t eating?" she asked, eyeing the bowl as if it would disappear. "Do you intend to share?"

’There’s no way this will be enough for both of us,’ she thought, licking her lips, silently praying they wouldn’t.

Kraven discerned this, he was both amused and awestruck by her zeal to have the meal all to herself. Something told him she’d fight him for it if given the chance.

Food was Isadora’s domain.

"It’s just for you."

Isadora wavered but eventually took her spoon to eat; the first taste of the rice was divine. It was always the least expected place that sold good food.

"You should try it, it’s good," Isadora said, licking her lips again.

Kraven tipped his head, slowly, his lips wide in a devilish smirk—fascinated by the swipe of her tongue against her plump lips. It reminded him where that mouth had been.

Gorgeously wrapped around his cock.

It was too bad he didn’t enjoy how much her pretty lips could take him. The feel of her warm mouth was something he longed for.

The idea that he could choke her with it made him look forward to it.

’I wonder how much of a fight she will put up.’ He grinned. Gods! He was already depicting how tears would roll down those soft cheeks, and how overwhelmed her eyes would be as she became thoroughly enthralled by him.

He adjusted in his seat, feeling an uncomfortable erection.

Isadora was busy rushing down the food like it would run away if she stopped, clueless of the predatory eyes Kraven pinned her with.

There was a spike of jealousy when her mouth opened fully for a spoon.

His uncomfortable bulge twitched in his pants, almost like it could discern the betrayal.

"Are you sure you don’t want to eat?"

"How nice of you to ask, when the bowl is half empty," he said.

She cleared her throat, looking away.

"Do you want more?"

She snapped her gaze back to him, a smile stretching her lips. "Yes, please."

Kraven signaled the seller for more.

Isadora rested her hands on her lap, her legs bouncing excitedly as she giggled, eagerly waiting for the bowl to arrive.

When it did, she rushed through it, stuffing her mouth with food. Ultimately, she had five bowls, and Kraven was out of money.

"Sorry," she pleaded as they walked out of the stall.

"Don’t apologize to me."

Isadora gulped, guilty as she leveled her eyes to her boots, but an idea sparked.

She quickly blocked Kraven and said. "I owe you a wish, then."

Kraven blinked. "Alright, you’ve got my attention."

"So tell me... what do you desire?"

The audacity of this girl to ask a madman such a question was baffling.

He swiftly took her chin and pulled her close. Her body froze up as she stared at him.

"Why spoil the fun now? When I want to collect... You can’t say no, darling." He leaned toward her, his tongue licking the corner of her lip where a spot of rice was.

A deep shiver took over Isadora’s body, and when he pulled away, she was yet to recover.

She had a feeling she’d regret giving Kraven a wish. The olden gods knew what he would ask for. She wasn’t thinking when she offered that.

Kraven chuckled, walking ahead, clutching Isadora by the wrist like she was helplessly tethered to him.

’Stupid Isa!’ she cursed herself mentally.

They stopped at the path leading to an alley. Kraven rested his arm against the brick wall, his stiff gaze on the pawnshop.

On cue, the doors opened, and the bells made a soft jingle sound as Logi and Thornfoot strolled out.

"We’re too late," Logi said, halting before them. "The Serpents sent here already left two days ago."

"It’s a big Isle, Logi. They are still on land, it takes a long time to get to the other side of the shore." Kraven faced Thornfoot. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Thornfoot shrugged. "They came to me with a longship. They must have docked somewhere away from the port. The Serpents love to keep to themselves."

"Then we find them. We’ve got to move fast. Logi?"

Logi nodded. "I’ll check the map, I think I can find a shortcut."

"Get supplies while you’re at it."

"But you’ve got money..." He replied, confused.

Isadora turned away in shame, her heartbeat throbbing rapidly.

"It’s a long story," Kraven mused.

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Logi used the map of the Dealer’s Isle to find a shorter route. They traveled on foot quickly and covered a long distance in just a day.

Kraven crouched, feeling the sand on the ground, and brought it to his nose. He lifted his gaze to the tree and noticed there was a broken branch.

The group of Serpents may have traveled with stealth, but it was easy to pick up their tracks. Their actions were dulled solely because they thought no one would dare to track them.

A mistake.

"They passed through here... we’re close," Kraven said, rising to his feet.

Isadora found relief in his words. Her legs were hurting! They never stopped to get a good night’s sleep, and she felt like collapsing with just a simple intake of air.

"Well then... I guess my work is done," Thornfoot said, sitting on the boulder.

When Kraven pinned him with a dangerous look, his body stiffened.

"Half the work," he added.

"With me, Logi. We’ll take care of the group," Kraven said, walking to Isadora.

"You stay here with Thornfoot. I’ve set forts around this place."

"Why?" she frowned. "I can fight."

"No," Kraven replied sternly, observing her features.

She was breathless, sweat-covered, and tried hard to stand properly on those arching feet. Using her aura to fight would be a death sentence.

"I can fight," Isaodra repeated with clenched teeth. She knew her body couldn’t handle any more strain. She wasn’t as steadfast as a full-blooded Fae and was a painful reminder.

But the thought of being a liability to Kraven killed her ache. That was the last thing she’d ever want.

"Let’s go." Kraven turned his back and walked away.

A constriction tightened her chest. "Kraven!" She called, but he didn’t answer.

"Wait for us, Isadora, we won’t take long," Logi said. "Remember, don’t step out from this point. The forts are useless when you walk out of them."

Frustration bled into her as she watched them stroll away. Kraven didn’t spare her a second glance as if his words were absolute, and she couldn’t defy it.

The seven gods knew she wanted to. This wasn’t fair. She was a warrior!

Isadora threw a fit by kicking the dirt before pacing restlessly, with her hands settled on her hips.

"He’s right, you know..." Thornfoot voiced, reminding her that she was stuck with him.

"Why do you care?!" she snapped at him, furious, trying her hardest to keep a level head, but it was difficult to ignore how her insides wrung at the reminder that Kraven had sidelined her.

"You’re angry. I would too... If I’m considered a weak link."

Isadora halted, scowling. "Kraven doesn’t consider me a weak link."

He chuckled. "Are you sure?"

She gulped but replied with certainty. "Yes."

"Whatever makes you feel good."

Isadora looked away as a pain curled in her chest. Slowly, she sat down, weighed by deep thought.

She had an idea why Kraven didn’t want her to come. His message was passed in the most frustrating way possible.

But it still hurts.

Why else did he choose her for this mission if she couldn’t handle a mild inconvenience? He used the leader’s authority over her, which made her feel incompetent.

Sidelining her when they were meant to do everything together.

’Together?’ The thought of it was almost laughable. How could she have ever thought of such? When the line between their strength felt like the earth and sky?

Once again, being a mannfae became a characteristic she despised about herself. She thought she had embraced that side of her, but she thought wrong.

It was an hour of numerous thoughts her poor brain couldn’t handle, and the sudden crack of a branch snapped her back to reality.

Isadora reacted quickly, hurrying to her feet, positioning her hands behind her, grasping the handle of her twin daggers.

"Did you hear that?" she asked, eyes skimming for an unseen threat.

That sound came from within Kraven’s fort.

"I did," Thornfoot said, an uneasy feeling seized him. "Something tells me it wasn’t your companions."