The gravity of his words stilled Isadora's mind. The look in his eyes wasn't its usual hollow intensity.
It'd been different since he returned the kiss and gazed upon her like she was the only breathing thing in this world.
It was too much for Isadora's heart to bear. How would one feel when a madman looked at you like you hung the moon? There were no words to describe this.
She could only watch, utterly entranced. She feared for her poor heart, she feared for her poor soul because she knew… deep down she wanted to surrender herself entirely to him.
Was this wrong of her?
Kraven grabbed her hand and placed it on his cheeks another action that stopped her in her tracks. The last time she touched him he also killed her, but now he didn't seem to care.
She'd practiced with Vanya to control her weaves from slipping out. And he doesn't know that... yet he did this like he was being vulnerable with her.
"Are you scared of giving yourself to a madman?" he mused.
