"How does Isadora feel going back to Brookcrest? Heard she's from there," Logi asked hoping to avert the topic before Kraven decided to explore his ways of torture with his body.
Just the thought alone sent a tight, choking sensation through his throat, forcing him to rub his neck in response.
Logi cleared his throat to break the tension in the air.
"Not her Hometown, but where she grew up after her family sold her," Kraven replied.
Logi froze at his words. "Her family sold her?"
"For her worth as a mannfae."
"Alda! And here I thought her fate couldn't get any worse," Logi said, clicking his tongue as he sat on the stone chair. "She must've been through a lot… and with a bonus, the gods damned her with you."
A chuckle forced its way up Kraven's throat. "The gods despise her the way they do me. We're the same."
"That is not what I was talking about but it doesn't matter how twisted you think. She's an unfortunate soul trapped with you, call it fate but I call it a curse."
