The Whisperer's Reckoning

Nyssa shut the door behind her and turned the lock, she walked to the table to drop her whip, exhausted from the day's activities.

But upon catching a seated figure in the corner of her eye, she responded with a sharp crack of her whip.

Kraven caught the black coil in a swift move causing the handle to slip out of Nyssa's grasp.

She gasped upon seeing him. "F-Forgive me, I didn't know it was you."

"Are you tense, Nyssara?" he asked, tossing the whip to a corner.

Nyssa's eyes followed it before dragging her gaze back to Kraven. A smile pressed on her lips. "It's rare to see you here, in my humble home."

"According to you... I make it a habit of coming here when I get bored."

Her smile slowly faded at his words.

"Do you know what I do when I'm bored?"

"Kraven…" she began.

"Let me speak," he snapped.

Nyssa backed away when Kraven rose and stalked toward her with the grace of a predator marking its next kill.