The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 58

Instinctively, Ember’s hands moved to cover those mounds on her chest. Her face flushed at being seen naked, but it didn’t matter to Draven at all.

“You are wasting my time acting embarrassed,” he snapped. “To me, your body might as well be a tree. Should I feel anything for a tree?.”

His red eyes searched every inch of skin visible to him. Apart from those mounds she was covering, he confirmed there was still no fire mark on her chest.

“Put your hands aside,” he instructed.

Since he had that black dragon mark above his heart, there was a huge possibility that this human might have the fire mark above her heart as well.

“Hands!” he said again, his tone demanding absolute submission.

Ember moved her hands away, and this time, she could no longer stop herself from sobbing. Her tears rolled out with more intensity, but Draven didn’t care. He saw her entire chest but there was no mark.

‘Still nothing!’ _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

He gritted his teeth in deep frustration, and he felt the urge to crush the wooden floor under him.

If this human girl had no fire mark, then why did that woman in his dreams show him the mark on her nape? It shouldn’t be a coincidence. It had to mean something, and that something had to do with this human.

Ever since that night he found her, he’d been seeing new dreams. These days, he had a feeling that he was close to getting clues to his past, but it seemed like he was overthinking.

After centuries of waiting, he finally had hope that he could find the reason for his immortal existence and he didn’t wish to give up on that hope so easily. How pathetic it felt, not knowing about his own origin and the reason for his existence.

Draven’s glare dropped towards her waist that was still covered by her dress, and the next moment, his gloved hands tore the remaining fabric, leaving not even bandages on her naked body.

Once her dress was gone, she let out a panicked scream. All she could do was to clench her legs, folding her knees together to hide herself, and she scrambled backwards towards the corner away from him.

At this moment, she realized how much she hated this man. She hated him more than how much she hated those villagers living down the mountain who made her entire life difficult. She hated him more than anyone else she’d met.

Her sobbing only annoyed Draven. He merely felt anger and disgust, instead of feeling guilt or pity for her.