The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 122: A Wager With The Tinker

Chapter 122: A Wager With The Tinker

Rav’s eyes snapped back to him as they morphed into shook. His declaration stunned him to the core.

He had heard of such a thing before, but it was history to him, there was no proof that it could be done. Breaking a bond was akin to defying the goddess of love.

Yet it seemed like something like that was practiced and Logi knew of it.

He had underestimated him.

Logi tapped his forehead. "It’s a simple tactic. You know me Rav, I possess knowledge no one has."

Rav swallowed a lump in his throat knowing Logi was not making jest. He could actually do it.

"You would be defying Elska."

Logi chuckled. "We defied the gods when we created this Court, how is this any different?" He pointed to him. "One winter Rav. One. Under the condition that within this period you do not interfere, keep your fucking distance."

Rav hesitated but if Logi could truly break the bond like he mentioned, he could save Isadora. She didn’t have to lose her life or suffer the fate of being Kraven’s mate.

Winters ago when they became the pillars of the Raven Court; they swore on their life that when the time came and Kraven’s mate was revealed they would do the honor of taking her life.

Because a mate would cause his downfall.

If they do this then Kraven wouldn’t go berserk.

His obsession will be no more.

However, Rav knew this was risky, knowing he would not interfere, leaving Isadora completely vulnerable in the hands of Kraven. But what better way than this? He can’t do anything else and this was a better option.

And there was no way Isadora could tame Kraven or in within the period of one winter. It was impossible.

"Do we have a wager, Raviel Ignisar..." Logi marched toward him. "Lord-heir to the Summer Court."

Rav glared at Logi for using that title. It was one he repulsed with every fiber of his being. One he could never accept.

Yet using it showed just how serious Logi was about this wager and how much it would impact their glorious purpose and Isadora’s fate.

"You’ve got a wager, Tinker."

They grabbed arms.

"The gods will bear witness," Logi said, smirking.

~♧~

"What am I doing here?" Isadora mumbled to herself, staring at the building.

She had meant to go back to the training grounds but after deep thought her legs were already leading her to Kraven’s residence.

He was wounded just as much as Rav, and even though the spar between them was one sided Rav did a number on him.

’Silly girl, he could have gone to any skin weaver,’ she thought with a gulp.

There was no reason for her to be here.

She should be angry at him for hurting Rav for no reason. But she couldn’t help herself, her body suddenly had a mind of its own.

Isadora grew nervous as she walked the stairs, her mind screaming at her to turn back and that this was a stupid idea. She was clearly walking toward the invitation of Daudi.

Her mind grew louder than she could contain and before she could silence them away she had already stood before the door.

It was open. The stone door was always shut close.

Inhaling sharply she placed her hands to the wall and poked her head to sneak a view. Her eyes scanned the dim room until it landed on Kraven, standing, hands resting on the table.

At the sight of him, she was about to step forward but halted instantly when Nyssa emerged, carrying a bowl and towel.

Isadora watched with trembling eyes as she dipped the towel into the water and stepped closer.

He didn’t move.

He didn’t pull away.

He remained there like a statue as she touched his arm and raised the towel to his face.

A soft expressive was on her features, a look she had never seen on Nyssa, because she always wore a stoic on.

Yet there she was... gentle and caring.

Isadora looked away, leaning her back against the wall. A deep consuming feeling found its way into her chest until it got harder to breathe.

Her breathing was slow and low, her heart thundered heavily in her chest and she clenched her hand against it, swallowing whatever consuming emotions that wanted to break her.

It stirred her insides as everything began to spin and a sharp ringing to her ears followed.

Why had she come here?

With a heavy heart, she forced her body off the wall and walked away.

Kraven frowned, moving his head away before Nyssa could touch him with the towel.

"Let me wipe the blood off," Nyssa said softly.

"I can do it myself." Kraven grabbed the towel. "Why are you here? You have warriors to train."

"I..." she began, hesitating. "I was worried about you, you took a beating too."

"I’m still irritated, Nyssa, I could snap your neck and call it a day. Now leave me be."

She gulped at his words but she spoke nevertheless. "You should see a skin weaver." She stepped out the door, but then her eyes caught a retreating Isadora.

’Did she come here to see Kraven?’ A smirk found her lips at the thought. ’Foolish girl.’

~♧~

Isadora was back at the training ground, the number of eyes fixated on her was hard to count.

Murmurs and whispers followed, making her feel as if she were under the watchful gaze of a hawk.

Yet, she couldn’t feel any of them or bother to care what they thought of her now.

She was deeply consumed in her head. Without so much as giving any thought she walked to the weapons display to grab the bow and a crate of arrows.

Isadora walked to the middle, eyeing the target practice. She raised her arms as she extended the bowstring, pausing momentarily before she released the arrow but it hit the wood instead.

She took another arrow, setting it in place, and pulled the bowstring, her eyes on the target yet she saw it as the image that bled into her mind.

ThesceneofNyssacaressingKraven.

She released the arrow and it hit the target. She repeated this action more than once.

Draw. Release.

’He welcomed her touch’.

Draw. Release

’He never lets me touch him.’

Draw. Release.

’Why would he?’

Draw. Release.

’I’m just his plaything whenever he gets bored.’