The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 229: Help Me Find Her

At Marek’s sudden pause, Logi wondered why. He looked behind him, and his face drained of color. "Isadora."

Isadora pulled down her veil, stepping into the light. Her amber eyes moved between the two men.

The silence was prolonged with no one attempting to speak or dispel the tension.

"So this is what got your mind blurred," she voiced, her tone slicing through the air. "I was hoping it was your disagreement with the plan. I never thought about something like this."

"It’s not what it looks like."

She folded her arms. "Maybe." She nodded in understanding before tipping her head to the side. "Maybe not."

Logi’s pulse raced as the anxiety seized him. The last thing he wanted was for Isadora to suspect him.

If only he had come forward with this and not left her in the dark.

"You’re that Fang." Marek studied her face but mostly her eyes, with a bloodthirsty glare. "She’s a ravenite, isn’t she? She’s with you?"

"Logi," Isadora said. "Explain, I don’t want to question you. I should because you’re chit-chatting with a Serpent, and by the gods, he seems to have known about our arrival."

Logi gulped. "He’s someone I thought I lost winters ago."

Isadora’s scowl slowly dissolved.

"We grew up together when we were slaves. Marek." He cast a brief look at him.

Isadora never knew Logi had remnants of his past. She had always thought his so-called father was the last tether he had.

However, the pleading in his gaze and the charged air between them made it clear—this Marek meant something to Logi. Otherwise, there was no reason he would have kept this from her.

"I understand," Isadora said with a smile on her lips.

Logi exhaled faintly.

"Then he can help us." She took a step closer.

"He may not have told Aric about us, but it’s clear where his loyalty lies," Logi spat.

Isadora scowled. "What is this, then? A quarrel that could put everything in line?"

Logi opened his mouth, but the words hung in his throat, confirming Isadora’s remarks.

"I’ve had enough of this," Marek said, about walking away, but Isadora blocked him.

"I may tolerate Logi, but I won’t when it comes to another pest."

"Be careful of how you speak to my Lady," Logi warned in a deadly tone.

Marek spared a shocked look at Logi before moving back to the petite woman in front of him.

She might be less intimidating with her height and be passed off as a simple nuisance, but her presence screamed an impressive authority, or was it her aura that made him feel like he was at the jaws of a snake?

He visibly gulped.

"You can help me, Marek. I’m not asking you to betray your Warden."

"Why do you think I would help you?" he countered, determined to stand his ground.

Logi was the only one he cared for; the rest of the ravenites meant nothing to him.

"Please..." She stepped closer. "I need to find my friend. Her name’s Serena."

"I know nothing of such a name."

"Then you must have seen Aric bring back a woman from a brothel a winter ago."

Marek froze as familiarity found his gaze.

Isadora saw the look and grew desperate. "You know, don’t you? Please, Marek!"

"Marek," Logi implored.

Marek was grasping at the last straws here. The past days had been nothing but internal turmoil, and now this?

His fist clenched, his nerves working him, and it only increased when he felt Logi’s burning gaze on his back. "In Krig’s name," he swore. "I saw someone, a winter ago. Short, dark, curly hair and fox eyes,"

"That’s Serena!" Isadora said with joy in her eyes.

"She was possessed by my master. Her eyes were white and followed his every command. I only saw her with him, and he mentioned she was from a brothel on the east coast."

Isadora’s smile faded. "And where is she now?"

Marek’s jaw tightened. "I haven’t seen her since, except that day on the second floor."

"The second floor?" Logi asked, stepping from behind. "Aric’s floor is the first. What goes on the second floor?"

"I don’t know, it’s restricted even for me. I’ve only walked through it but never ventured further."

"What do you mean you don’t know? Aric trusts you."

"He does trust me!" Marek snapped, pinning him with his burning eyes.

"Does he?" Logi countered.

Marek opened his mouth to speak, but Logi was already throwing words at him.

"You mention he would never keep anything from you. It makes me wonder why he won’t tell you what happens on that floor. Listen to yourself."

Marek looked away, his chest heaving. That seed of doubt came forth again; he had locked it away for days, but Logi’s words freed it, and his mind swirled with questions he had no answer to.

He had been with Aric for as long as he could remember. Long enough to be called his son. Yet when it came to dictating every single hidden piece of his master, he had no clue.

Logi watched Marek with sad eyes, the internal battle was plain to see. Fear and confusion flickered across his face. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Logi understood him completely because it was the same thing he experienced when the man he called father tried to strangle him in his sleep.

He still remembered waking up, struggling to breathe as tears welled in his eyes and the air grew tighter.

His so-called father’s last words echoed in his mind, just before he reached for the lamp on the nightstand to stop him.

"Serena must be alive and she’s on that floor," Isadora said. "The only way I can get there is with your help."

"Isadora," Logi began. "Maybe we should tell Kra—"

"No." She shook her head. "Even if I want to, I can’t. To be honest, we both came here for different reasons. I may be here to get Aric, but Serena is truly the reason I didn’t stay back in Dealers’ Isle. I don’t want to burden him with this."