Kraven barely flinched as the snow splattered across his cheek and dripped from his lashes.
Isadora gasped, realizing what she had just done. 'Dear Alda!'
Kraven blinked, as if his mind was trying to comprehend what just happened. He spat some bits of snow from his mouth, grimacing at the cold taste.
Isadora gulped as Kraven pinned her with a dark look, her heart spiking. 'Oh no!'
But then a slow grin tugged on his lips. "You shouldn't have done that, love."
Isadora barely had time to turn and run. She heard the crunch of snow and a shift in the air—then he was on her.
It happened so fast that only a yelp escaped from her, the cold seeping through her clothes as her back hit the ground.
When she tried to move, her wrist was pinned above her head, his weight keeping her trapped beneath him.
Kraven leaned in, his warm breath brushing against her cheeks. "The audacity of you to run after pulling off something like that. Always finish what you started, love."
