The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 37

Draven stood up with a frown and when he stepped back, her tense body somewhat loosened, causing his annoyance to rise.

“I won’t disturb you since you chose this kind of death.”

He turned and walked away. Seeing that the red-eyed man was leaving, she tried to stand up on her own, but one of her legs was injured. She had sprained it badly when she slipped from the cliff. She fell back on the ground and let out a pained groan, not able to stand again.

Draven stopped and simply watched her struggle to move, but she looked exhausted and in pain. However, he remembered how this rude thing disrespected him again and decided he had extended enough goodwill to her. It was her fault for rejecting him.

He turned back, intending to leave, but for some odd reason, he could not take a step.

It was as if he was frozen and he could not move his foot forward. With a frown, he decided to use his powers to teleport, but his powers refused to listen to his mental order.

‘Why can’t I take a step ahead or use my powers?’ he thought, and then he realized something.

Draven turned around to face the human girl, and this time, when he tried to take a step forward, he succeeded.

An unknown power was stopping him from leaving her, and it would only release him if he took her with him. It had happened once before on that haunted mountain, and now that this was the second time, it was not difficult for him to understand it.

He knew he had no option so he returned to her side. After falling on a single knee, he stared at her face, keeping his eyes levelled with hers. “I don’t want the people in this forest to feel scared because of you so I have to take you with me.”

He didn’t know if she believed him, but it remained a fact that her emerald green eyes continued to stare at him with fear.

Knowing that speaking more was of no use, Draven touched her limp leg that was stretched in front as she could not move it. Ember flinched. Before she could move back, he glared into her scared-looking eyes.

“Stay still.”

Hearing the cold and commanding voice of the scary red-eyed man, she dared not move. He held her leg at the ankle, his fingers pressing against the soft leather boots she had on. Then, he removed her boot and checked her ankle. The moment his warm fingers pressed where it hurt, she groaned in pain.

“Ahh…” but it was cut short as she suppressed her voice, pressing her lips into a thin line trying to bear with the pain.

“For a mute, you can scream quite well,” he commented and intentionally pressed on her swollen ankle, only to hear an unfamiliar small voice for the first time.

“It hurts…”

He smirked. “A talking mute?”

She didn’t reply. He didn’t need any reply from her in the first place. He simply continued ahead and carried her small body in his strong arms. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}