The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 56

Draven didn’t cross the hanging bridge connecting the two trees. He simply disappeared before reaching Leeora’s door and reappeared in front of the door of the house next door. The door opened on its own—he didn’t even bother to knock to inform the owner of the house about his arrival.

Before he made any decision, Draven felt like he needed to make sure that he really wanted to keep her. He personally came to Ronan to determine this. If he had to use his last resort for the sake of this human, then she should better prove her worth.

As soon as the door opened, his gaze went towards the small body already shrinking back against the wall, looking like a cornered animal meeting a predator. This reaction made him frown.

“Is this how you greet your king?”

His red eyes were fixed on her trembling form, and his dark eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

Hearing the familiar commanding voice of this scary man, Ember’s arms were covered in goosebumps. She gulped, and remembering Leeora’s words, she tried to calm herself. With her head lowered, not willing to look at him, she tried to stand up from sitting on the floor. Her movements were slow and clumsy because she was injured, but it was worsened by the fact that she was shivering in fright.

“Forget it! Keep sitting,” he said, seeing her struggle which made him feel like she would take an eternity to stand up.

Ember obediently followed his order, though she straightened her posture with her head still lowered.

While his red eyes continued to observe her, Draven realized she was looking different that day. Instead of having her long messy hair cover her scarred face, her hair was tied in two braids like a young girl, making her look even younger than her estimated age.

“I am here to check something,” he simply said, not explaining exactly what it was.

She didn’t react as the fear she had towards him had enveloped all her senses. Her mind could not think, and her body refused to move. She heard the footsteps coming closer until a pair of long black boots came into sight. At that point, her heart was thumping loudly inside her chest.

“Turn around,” she heard him say.

She clutched her dress, not knowing why this man towering over her small figure had asked her to turn around.

“Are you deaf?” His tone was impatient as he hated slow and clumsy people.

This thing in front of him was a combination of things he hated the most—a human being and annoyingly slow to react. She was wasting his precious time.

Not only was she a frustrating creature, she was also an ungrateful one. He could see her trembling worsened, as if he’s someone who treated her badly.

Was he not the one who saved her life twice in a row? He even graced her by treating her wounds. What more did she want?

The more he thought about her behaviour towards him, the more he lost his patience. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

“Is it that difficult for you to turn around?” he asked, his voice icy cold.