Isadora tried to steady her breathing, her eyes glued to the Smithy, located at the highest levels of the mountain just a few feet away from Kraven's chambers.
The sound of striking steel could be heard from inside, and it only made Isadora more nervous, knowing he was inside.
She didn't want to see him. She hated him for leaving her like that, making her beg and reducing her to something desperate and wanting.
It wasn't fair that her heart kept pulsing profusely at the thought of seeing him. The heat pooled low in her stomach, and her nerves worked her to the bone.
The ache between her legs turned into a mix of sensations she couldn't keep up with.
Going in there would mean being alone with him. She didn't know how well she would fare at that proximity.
"Go on, we don't have all day," Logi said bored, leaning against the wall with folded arms. "Don't forget you're a warrior now and you need to report to the training ground. You don't want to be late on your first day."
