The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 57

Draven remained unbothered as all his attention was on inspecting every inch of skin on her back. There was no such fire mark, only ugly burn scars stretched over a bony skeleton. Though Ember had regained some weight, it would take her body time to gain a normal amount of healthy muscles and fat. Currently, she was still so skinny one could clearly count the number of vertebrates on her spine.

However, the King’s only concern was finding that mark. One could hear him gritting his teeth in frustration.

“Turn around,” he instructed again.

His angered voice demanded absolute obedience. She remembered how she almost choked earlier and was terrified that if she didn’t follow him, he would snap her neck.

Holding her ripped dress up to cover her front, Ember clumsily turned around. Though her face was lowered, he could see tears streaming down her cheeks.

Draven scowled at her appearance. He could not understand her reaction. He simply wanted to check something on her body. If an outsider were to see her, one would think he was physically abusing her.

‘Is it that difficult for her to cooperate?’ Then he realized he didn’t tell her anything about what he was doing.

‘Doesn’t matter.’

He didn’t bother to explain anything to her. He just wanted to leave as soon as he confirmed the presence or absence of the fire mark.

Draven held her chin with his gloved hand and made her look up to inspect her face, but was met with her terrified emerald green eyes. He found it difficult to move his eyes away from them, as if they held magic in themselves, reeling him in.

‘How could you have her eyes…?’ he could not help but wonder. His intuition was telling him, it wasn’t just a similar colour—it was the exact same eyes as that woman in his dreams.

On the contrary, Ember nearly fainted in terror upon meeting his gaze, and she shut her eyes tightly to not look at those red eyes, leaving Draven with nothing to see but her small tear-stained face riddled with injuries.

Unknown to her, her reaction angered him.

‘Ungrateful creature!’ The hold of his fingers tightened on her tiny chin and she whined a little in pain, but still, she didn’t open her eyes. ‘If not for you summoning me every time your life is in danger, if not for your eyes, do you think I will even have the interest to spare for a disgusting thing like you?”

He loosened his grip after inspecting her scarred face and her neck, but even as his eyes traced down the curve of her thin shoulders and pronounced collarbones, there was still no sign of anything close to a tattoo or a birthmark resembling a fire symbol. His gaze travelled across her bare skin, stopping at her arms that were still covered in sleeves and the chest part of her dress which she was clutching like her life depended on it.

“Hands!” he ordered as he let go of her chin.

When she finally opened her eyes to look at him like he was an evil monster, he felt his temper rising once more.

“Show me your hands.”

In response, her hands clutched her dress closer to her chest and she looked unwilling to let it go. An unpleasant thought popped into his head.

‘Could this creature be thinking—’