The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 70

“Draven.”

This time, Morpheus called him by name.

Draven looked up, startled by Morpheus’ sudden shift. Calling him by his name reminded him of the old days.

“Evanthe is the only female I acknowledge,” Morpheus said and Draven simply listened, trying to guess what he’s implying.

Morpheus continued, “And this human female is the second one. Do you understand what I mean now?”

The anger that was buried by the mention of Evanthe’s name once again rose in Draven’s eyes. “She is not Evanthe.”

“That is why I won’t mind playing with her. Make your decision for tomorrow because this time I won’t be sparing anything that will hurt you. Let her go and you will see her as my mate,” Morpheus warned, his tone calm but his intentions dangerous.

“She won’t come with you,” Draven snapped, surprising himself how he was so sure of his words. He didn’t even know what he thought when he said it.

“That is up for her to decide. From what I understand, she summons you when she is in danger, but this time she didn’t as I was there to protect her. That means she doesn’t need you. Moreover…” His lips curled wickedly. “I can see she likes me while she hates you.”

“She must have not seen you in your disgusting beast form,” Draven commented.

“Better than that your beast form,” Morpheus countered. “I am sure she would rather hold an eagle instead of a scary monster. And I don’t mean just the devil form, but your true form—the black dragon. Try it and I am sure she won’t even dare look at your shadow.”

With Morpheus’ words, the thing that was always buried at the back of his mind now surfaced clearly to remind him of his true identity. Humans, they always hated him for his true form more.

At first, they feared him, but that fear converted into hatred. That human who betrayed his trust, his last words were of disgust and ridicule, hating him for his true form. This human girl probably wouldn’t be any different. She already looked at him as if he would kill her. He never did anything to harm her yet the fear in her eyes continued to grow each time he saw her.

Those green familiar eyes….what was he even expecting?

‘All humans are the same.’

Draven let go of his clenched fists and calmed down. “Do whatever you want to do with her.”

It surprised Morpheus, but even before he could say a word, Draven disappeared from the mountain and Morpheus had no chance of stopping him.

“We are not done talking!” Seeing him gone, Morpheus wanted to curse. “That…That coward left just like that. Where did he go?” Morpheus wondered and transformed into an eagle. He headed towards the palace but Draven was nowhere to be found, neither in his chamber nor his study.