"Where did he go?" Isadora asked, frightened to mount the creature that looked like it came out of the abyss of nightmares.
Rav's was more welcoming but this particular Bicorn—with black eyes on her—looked like it would eat her instead of nuzzling her.
"That should not be your concern," Kraven replied irritatedly.
Isadora glanced back at him, frightened and resentful. She hated every moment she was left with him alone because he either tried to mock or torment her.
The last events visibly played and caused her chest to burn at the memory, what she was so close to doing because of his scornful words.
He made her question her existence in ways she never did and at the same time she finally realized there was never freedom and that all her prayers to the gods were never meant to be fulfilled.
Freedom was an illusion for a mannfae.
