The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 487

Ember and Draven sat together for the morning meal while she mumbled, "I told him to come for the morning meal, but he didn't." She looked at Draven. "Is it that he's not even aware of when I have my meals?"

Draven smirked slightly as his ears caught something and he said, "He is your mate, and if he doesn't know such ordinary information about you, then he is useless."

Just then, Morpheus straightened and asked, "Who are you calling useless?"

"You know the answer," Draven replied calmly. "You keep your mate waiting."

"I was on my way, but something kept me," Morpheus replied and settled into the chair opposite Ember. "Did I make you wait?"

"No. I have yet to start," she replied.

Draven looked at him. "That 'something' that kept you—was it about the humans?"

Morpheus hummed in response.

"Are you two talking about my brother who came looking for me?" Ember asked.

Draven hummed, while Morpheus's expression soured, making it clear he was not in favor of the matter.

"So, when am I going to meet him?" Ember asked.

Before Draven could answer, Morpheus said, "You don't have to if you're not willing."

Ember looked at him. "I am willing, but it seems like you're not. May I ask why?"

"Humans are not the kind we should associate with. They are treacherous," he answered.

She smiled. "Oh, so my mate is worried about me?"

"I would be worried about you even if we weren't mates," he countered.

"You've always been a caring friend, but now you act like my sweet little mate," she teased.

He frowned at her choice of words and turned to Draven. "Is she reading those weird books written by humans again?"

Draven smirked playfully. "I have no control over what she reads."

"Those are romance books I used to read, not weird stuff," she countered. "And that's how I learned how a couple should be. You should be glad I'm not as naive as before, or I would have troubled you the way I troubled Draven. Here you are, getting a fully experienced mate. You should be grateful instead of frowning."

Morpheus studied her, noting how much she had changed. "You are truly not like before," he muttered, then turned to Draven. "You've spoiled the innocent little female I used to know."

"Good for you, isn't it?" Draven asked. "I saved you from a lot of trouble that came from her innocence."

"You two are really perfect for each other," Morpheus sighed, then looked at Ember. "Eat now instead of planning how to annoy me."

Ember chuckled at how easily he got flustered—it was fun to tease him.

As they ate, Ember asked, "Morph."

"Hmm?" He didn't look at her.

"What kind of scent do you get from me?" she asked. "I heard a mate's scent is what one desires most in life."

Morpheus's hand froze. She had asked the very thing he had been trying to resist.

Seeing his stiffened form, Ember glanced at Draven, who met her gaze and silently assured her it was fine to continue.

She looked back at Morpheus. "Tell me quickly. Draven already told me the importance and meaning behind what a mate's scent signifies. I want to know how I smell to you. Is it a bad scent that you don't want to mention?"

Morpheus snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her. "It's not bad. It's… fine."

"Then tell me about it. Is it the same as Draven's? He gets the scent of first rain and jasmine from me."

He shook his head. "It's different."

"I'm waiting," she insisted.