The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 84: The Debt Is Paid

"I cannot tell you that aiming to defy the odds and shape your own destiny is wrong," he said in a deep voice, the weight of his tone causing pressure to the air. "I’m worried it is not your decision..."

Isadora’s pulse raced at his words—not from fear, but from pure anger at the thought Kraven could decide anything for her.

It’d been her business ever since she chose her path, he just kept Interferring.

"Kraven has nothing to do with this," she said, looking the other way.

"Are you sure?"

"I walked the tunnels myself, Rav," she replied, sternly.

’I’m just angry I fell for a lost hope,’ she thought, still riled up by Kraven’s position in the Raven Court.

He knew how desperate she was... but then again her feelings don’t matter to him, she was just his sick entertainment.

’But why did he have that look on his face?’

She couldn’t stop thinking about it. His unreadable expression had become a fixed point in her head.

"You must be starving," Rav said, shifting the topic.

Her expression told him he shouldn’t push, it was not something she needed right now.

Isadora turned her head back to him and smiled. "I am."

"I’ll get you something to eat."

"Please, no soup."

He chuckled softly. "No soup." He nodded, rising to his feet, and just as their hands were about to part, she quickly grabbed his again, making him turn.

"Sorry, it’s just..." she couldn’t finish her words. His hands were warm and they brought comfort.

She was scared to lose that.

Rav smiled and leaned back to her. "I won’t take time."

She nodded, forcing a smile back.

He leaned away and walked out of the ward, her eyes tracking his movement until he disappeared through the door.

"Hmm... that is a questioning look."

Isadora gasped, turning to the voice, and found Logi at the edge of her bed—hands resting on the board.

"Logi." She pressed her hands at her side and forced her body up. "What are you doing here?"

"Well... you don’t look so good, I think you look more pitiful than when you ran the Spine."

She swallowed hard at his words. It was a gagging realization that he had been there.

"You’re famous, Isadora, even more than the Spine." He moved from the foot of the bed and sat on the chair. "And I also suggest you reduce skin contact." He motioned, placing his bandaged hand close to his chest like some reminder.

"What do you mean?"

"Hmm... guess." He chuckled. "How else do you think I got this in the first place? After touching a certain mannfae, I’m forever a handicap."

Isadora breathed heavily. A shame she locked and buried away, yet Kraven knew? And he hurt Logi because of it?

She didn’t know how to feel or think, only stared at his bandaged hand in pity.

"Don’t look at me like that!" Logi snapped, irritated.

Why was she sad? She should be basking in joy that the person who shamed her got what he deserved.

"Logi." She said leaning to him and confusion morphed his features.

Slap!

Logi’s lips parted, he turned with a pissed look but stilled when she took his hand and undid the bandage.

"That’s for what you did at the party, it’s settled."

Logi couldn’t speak, only rubbed his hurting cheeks. That strike was harder than he expected. She had hit him with pent-up rage.

Isadora set the bandages aside and stared at the hideous scar, this was also the same hand that saved her life when Nyssa tried to kill her.

"And this... is for saving my life." She moved her wrist effortlessly, her fingers giving a subtle and graceful movement as her weaves emerged and slipped into the wound, fixing what could not be fixed.

Logi watched, baffled, as his hand reverted to normal, and no traces of what Kraven’s blade had done were left.

He felt the place with his other hand just to be sure, his heartbeat pulsing heavily.

"I-Its gone..." he voiced faintly, opening and closing his fingers just to be sure. He looked up to Isadora. "Just what kind of skin weaver are you?"

"Just the normal kind."

"This is not normal, the other weavers did not do what you just did." He paused as he suddenly remembered she could heal herself too.

She was a rare thing indeed.

"It’s not a blessing," she said with a frown. "It’s a curse."

"A very useful curse." He grinned.

Isadora rolled her eyes and leaned against the headboard crossing her arms.

An awkward silence passed between the two but Isadora was more consumed in her thoughts than bothered about his presence.

He should just leave her be after he’d his hand back, but he did the opposite.

"The last challenge," Logi began. "Warriors will face their strength."

"Why are you telling me this?" She didn’t expect anything from him. "I only repaid a debt."

That was a lie. She felt guilty about what happened to his hand.

Logi chuckled, shaking his head, running a hand through his inky dark hair. "I greatly understand. And since that is settled..." he waved his hand and his smile dropped. "I still want you dead... Little one, except if you change my mind."

"I’ve nothing to prove to you."

"Of course you don’t... but you want to win, like it or not it’s proving something or maybe to Kraven."

Her cheeks heated. "No! I don’t care what that cruel man thinks!"

He laughed. "Well, I should be rooting for you but I can’t. I made a wager that cost my livelihood, so I must be the bad guy and let the laws know you’re a skin weaver."

Isadora’s heartbeat quickened. "What do you mean by that?"

Kraven made the wager with him? Of course! Who else?

He tilted his head to the side with a wide smile pressed on his lips. "How much do you know about the sigils of the weavers?"