The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 471

By evening, Ember stirred in her sleep, waking much sooner than she had after Draven marked her. Draven and Evanthe weren't surprised; it was a proof to how much stronger she had become over the past few months. Her powers were gradually coming under her control.

She opened her drowsy eyes, feeling disoriented, unsure of where she was or what was happening. Draven, who had been sitting nearby, unwilling to leave her side in case she woke up, quickly moved to her. Evanthe remained seated, understanding that only Draven was needed at this moment. Her gaze shifted to the still-unconscious Morpheus, uncertain of when he would wake.

"Are you awake?" Draven asked, sitting at the edge of the bed.

At the sound of Draven's voice, Ember turned to him as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Draven?" she murmured.

He took her hand gently. "How are you feeling?" _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}

She looked around, confused, taking a moment to recognize her surroundings. "What happened?"

When she tried to move, a sharp pain made her groan, her hand instinctively clutching her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes as the memory of what caused the pain resurfaced.

Draven helped her sit up, concern etched on his face. "Are you still in pain?"

Resting her head against his chest, she nodded. "Morph?"

"He's right here, next to you," Draven replied, and she turned her head weakly to see the unconscious man lying beside her on the bed. "Is he alright?" she asked, her voice weak but filled with worry.

"He is, but he was already weak, so it might take some time for him to wake up," Draven reassured her.

She nodded, closing her eyes again, trying to endure the lingering pain.

"It will stop hurting soon," Draven whispered softly, trying to comfort her.

"Is this how the eagle clan marks their mates?" Ember's pained voice was muffled against Draven's chest. "I thought he was going to bite me on the neck like you did, but this… this is so terrible…"

"They don't. They mark their mates just like I did," Draven explained softly.

"Then why did he mark me this way?" she asked, a groan of pain escaping her throat.

"It's a different kind of bond you share with him, not the same as the one we share," he added.

Despite the pain, Ember's curiosity stirred, and she looked up at him, her eyes searching his. "Different? How?"

"I'll explain, but first, we need to do something about the pain you're feeling," Draven said, gently wiping the tears from her eyes, his heart aching at how much she was suffering.

Ember nodded in agreement, and Draven turned to Evanthe. "What can we do?"

"There's nothing we can do. She has to bear it until it passes on its own," Evanthe replied solemnly. "There's a reason why this kind of bond is forbidden."

Draven nodded, then hugged Ember closer. "You should rest. Once the pain passes, we'll talk about it."

He carefully helped her lie back on the bed. Ember turned her gaze to Morpheus, reaching out to hold his hand. The warmth of his skin reassured her that he was still there, alive and breathing. Holding his hand somehow managed to ease her pain a little and she didn't let it go.

Draven didn't mind her holding Morpheus's hand and gently covered her with the blanket as she closed her eyes again.

Draven returned to his seat, where he heard Evanthe speak quietly. "Can you feel the bond her core has with Morpheus now?"