The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 123: Conflicted Feelings

Isadora released a sharp breath, eyeing what she had just accomplished, she didn’t get a bullseye but she hit the targets.

All five of them. But it wasn’t enough.

Isadora reached for another arrow but a tap on her shoulder stopped her, she turned and found Vanya staring at her with a worried expression.

"Vanya," Isadora said, forcing a smile on her lips.

Gods! It was so fake and Vanya didn’t need to play along, it was obvious she was not okay. "What happened out there?"

Isadora stiffened knowing what she meant. "It wasn’t a spar, someone had to stop it."

Vanya shook her head. "You don’t understand do you?"

Isadora stared at her confused.

Vanya exhaled sharply. "I thought you had feelings for Rav."

"What?!" She took a step back. "I-I don’t!" Saying the words out loud was a gagging realization for Isadora.

It was almost like she had come to some fruition. She admired him for his kind heart and he was always nice to her ever since she was taken away from that brothel.

In a world that despised her existence, he was the first person to show her kindness. And she mistook it for something else. An error on her part.

Her grip tightened against the bow. She did have feelings for Rav but not in the way Vanya thought.

Isadora’s expression was all the answer Vanya needed. She misinterpreted her feelings, thinking the girl was swooned by the commander.

Then who was responsible for getting her lost in her head all the time? For making her sad, and angry, and the longing look in her eyes that felt like the weight of the world.

Could it be...

Vanya gulped and signed. "You’ve got everyone talking..."

Isadora huffed. "I wonder what now."

Vanya stared at her with deep worry etched on her face. The girl had no idea what she did.

Isadora stepped in and gained the attention of Lord Raven. Nyssa was the proclaimed the closet female of Lord Raven, and yet he never looked at her the way he did Isadora at that fleeting moment.

It was not hard to notice the tense air and the look in Isadora’s eyes.

’It’s Lord Raven isn’t it?’ Vanya thought with certainty. ’The one who had a hold on your heart.’ She knew even if she questioned Isadora about this she wouldn’t get a clear answer.

It hurt Vanya knowing that she wouldn’t open up about this but she had a feeling that whatever Isadora felt for Lord Raven was conflicted.

"Murmurs are going around that you’re Lord Raven’s lover, everyone’s talking about it after what happened during the spar. The fastest news ever spread."

Isadora’s eyes almost bulge out of her eye socket.

"Are you?" Vanya signed hesitantly. She didn’t want to push but it kept gnawing at her.

"Gods no!" Isadora quickly turned away, her cheeks burning hot and the cold weather lost to her skin.

Vanya sighed, she was right not to bring up the topic about her feelings. She would just blatantly deny it like she did now. She should have been more convincing though.

Isadora’s fist clenched on her bow. "I’m sure she has an interest in a more suitable woman." The image of Kraven and Nyssa burned through her head. "I’m just a stray and a plaything." She stretched her bow and released the arrow.

Vanya stared sadly at her. It was obvious she was having an internal battle with herself.

"I still need to finish the task, I haven’t completed mine yet." Isadora faced Vanya with another forced smile on her lips.

She really was trying hard to convince herself that she was okay. It only got Vanya more concerned.

Vanya veered her gaze to the targets, the five of them were already a hit. She had already completed the task for the day. This was just an excuse to keep going.

Vanya nodded in understanding. "Don’t miss dinner."

"I won’t," Isadora assured her.

"I’ll see you then."

~♧~

The sound of arrows slicing through the air filled the training grounds.

The torches burned brightly, flames flickering in the strong wind. The area was as silent as a graveyard, with not a single soul in sight.

Except Isadora.

Isadora exhaled cold air from her mouth, raising her aching hands, her posture wavered, yet she pulled on the bowstring as hard as she could.

Just when she released the arrow her bow snapped. Blood stained her fingers and they quivered profusely.

She eyed the ruined bow—It was the sixth one—the crate was empty too.

"Careful, little one, you might be a warrior but you’re still a skin weaver, your hands should be protected at all times."

She moved her eyes to the voice and found Logi leaning against the wood with folded arms.

"H-How long have you been here?"

"Long enough." He shrugged and smirked. "I told you I would come find you."

"I need more arrows." She spared a look at the ruined bow. "And a bow too."

Logi raised his hand to the air as if to clench the wind. "Did you not hear what I just said? Or am I speaking nonsense?"

Isadora leveled her eyes to her hand, they were marred with cuts and bruises. In a shaky swift move, she conjured her red weaves.

"My weaves still work... so I’m—"

Logi had already grasped her wrist in a tight hold causing her to gasp in surprise.

"Don’t act like a fool. It annoys me."

Hot anger burned her gaze. "I’m not a fool. I’m here to train." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

He laughed. "Oh is that what you’re calling this?"

"Yes!"

"And yet you still haven’t hit the bullseye girl!"

"That’s why it’s called practice!" She yanked her hand away from his hold. "I need more arrows, where can I find them?"

"You stupid girl. As if wasting all those arrows will make you feel better."

"It does," she replied with clenched teeth. "It does."

"Sounds to me like you’re trying to convince yourself not me."