Nyssa's eyelid twitched at her name being used by her. "Its commandress, to you."
Isadora gulped at her icy tone. "Forgive me."
"Should you not be within the training grounds? What's a crowned warrior doing here?" Nyssa's cold blue eyes skimmed Isadora from head to toe.
Isadora awkwardly covered herself more with her cloak. She only had Kraven's tunic on and even though it stopped at her knees she still felt exposed.
Nyssa was the last person she wanted to see like this.
"I-I was on my way there, Commandress."
Nyssa's heartbeat stilled momentarily. From Isadora's messy hair, swollen lips, and the way her body quivered from the faint gush of wind, it was very easy to tell she had been freshly fucked.
The path Isadora came from led to the highest top of the mountain, Kraven's residence.
Pain and rage stormed Nyssa's body, the adrenaline coursing through her as she pinned the girl with a glare.
But then, like the snap of a finger—a scornful smile graced her lips.
