"Stop," Isadora said again, in tears.
Ignoring the look pinned on her from the Ravenites. They didn't matter now, Rav's life did.
She could feel it, she always did because she got to experience it several times. That madness, the smell of bloodlust, and the excitement that held his silver eyes caused a glow to them as he fed on pain and misery.
The need to ruin.
The thirst.
Isadora knew stepping up was a bad idea but she was determined to stop this, her heart couldn't take any more of it. It hurt her to see this… to see Rav hurt, to see… Kraven succumbed to the burden.
It didn't matter what his reasons were anymore, it was her fault.
Isadora stared at him with pleading eyes, unable to stop the tears from gushing as she took steps closer.
Nyssa opened her mouth to speak, to stop her before she turned the situation for the worse, which she would.
They couldn't stop him when he went like this except using force, what made her think that tears could pull his mind back?
