The Devil's Cursed Witch

Draven stared at his mate.

With the contents of her dream already confirmed, the usual Draven would have already left her chambers as there was no need for him to stay. However, at this moment, he could not turn away from her.

'Had I done anything to upset her?'

Concern. It was an unfamiliar feeling.

Draven had never initiated understanding another person's feelings before, normally tasking others to deal with such delicate matters related to the heart. But now, he had to learn. He had to learn because Ember was his mate, and his mate was a person with her own feelings that affected him as well.

Other than answering him, she said no more. She wasn't even bothered to look at him.

'I don't like it.'

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

However, Ember didn't answer.

"Whatever it is, you can tell me. You don't have to be worried about what I would say or do," he insisted.

Looking at her, he could guess she was bottling up things inside, and given her element was fire, her nature was to be angered easily. If she continued to act like this, sooner or later, her negative feelings would explode, just like earlier in the day.

After a while, Ember finally spoke, "I do have something to say." Her tone was somewhat cold.

"What is it?" he asked, inwardly relieved that she was responding.

Her pair of emerald green eyes looked straight at him, her gaze firm as she let out her thoughts.

"That Isa, I don't like her. She dared insult my nanny so there is no way I would ever get along with her. I don't wish to talk to her nor do I want to see her. If she comes in front of me, I won't even pretend to show courtesy and be rude to her.

"I won't care if it would displease Your Majesty as I know she is very important to you. I don't care if she's a cunning fox--the moment she overstepped my boundaries and insulted Gaia, that means she is someone I will never see eye to eye with. I hate her. This will never change, even if she suddenly turns good to me, even if she begs me on her knees asking me to forgive her. I will never forgive her and this will never change. Never."

Ember said each word without even a tinge of hesitation. As if what she thought, decided and said was absolute to her. She didn't even add the title of 'Young Lady' to Isa's name to show how much she despised Isa.

Gaia was everything to Ember and she even lost her life for her sake. No matter how much Ember tried, she knew she could never pay her kindness back. All she could do was to keep her alive in her memories.

But Isa insulted her.

If she had insulted Ember, Ember would have not been this angry. There would have been a chance for them to reconcile; after all, she understood that Isa had her own bias against the race that killed off her family and against her, the stranger who seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

However, that fox went overboard, and all Ember had in her mind for Isa was just pure hatred.

"Do as you wish."

To all her venom-filled words, Drayce only replied with this and it somewhat embarrassed her. She was expecting him to say something along the lines of 'I am disappointed you are so narrow-hearted', or say 'you should be good and merciful', or 'don't cause troubles'. Maybe, even 'you are also at fault for wanting to murder another' but...

"Won't you say anything to oppose me?" she asked.

Draven shook his head. "For my kind, the concepts of Good and Bad, they are similar but not the same from how humans view them. Everyone solves their grudges on their own and others have no right to meddle unless it's causing serious problems to the general populace. Everyone is powerful and each of us wants to prove we are superior to others. It applies to you as well and you are free to show if you are superior to others."

Ember didn't know what to say and sat quietly on the window sill with a lowered head. She was upset with Draven as well so she didn't want to thank him for not opposing her decision. She thought the talk was over and waited for Draven to leave but...

From the corner of her eyes, she noticed a pair of black boots approaching her. Startled, she raised her head to look at the handsome owner of those boots. He approached her in no time, and her heart skipped a bit. She had no idea why he suddenly came close to her.

'Weren't you intent on keeping your distance from me so why--'

Before her thought process could be completed, she was pulled into a warm embrace by her mate.

One of his hands settled at the small of her back to hold her steady while the other one gently moved from her jawline to the back of her head.

"Mmm..."

By the time she got her reason back, all she knew was that a pair of warm lips covered her own and she was reciprocating the kiss with a sultry moan. That strong seductive scent coming from her mate enveloped her senses and it was stronger than she had felt before.

Instinctively, she held onto his clothes and didn't resist him--rather, she had no will to resist him.

Draven knew it was a risk to get close to her and now he even dared to kiss her, but this time, he simply couldn't stop himself. He had enough torture of seeing his mate just a few steps away from him and not being able to even touch her. Moreover, he was confident that he would be able to stop himself in time as his mate's consent came first.

Like an animal who starved for food for a long, he wanted to devour her, but at the back of his head, a large part of his rationality still remained. He knew that at this moment, he needed to coax his upset mate. That was the priority, and not to go for satisfying his bodily needs.

With her body firmly pressed against his, he kissed her softly, sweetly, tenderly, as if he was using his lips to tell her that everything would be all right. Softly nibbling her lips, he moved to show a gesture of comfort, his hand caressing the back of her head while the other moved along her thin but curvy back.

His hand then gradually pressed the back of her head to deepen their kiss, and he took his time to slide his coarse hot tongue inside her warm cavern. In response, Ember's hands moved to circle his neck as she tiptoed and tasted his playful tongue against her delicate one.

The air around them had turned hotter and the scents from their bodies mixed with it. Soft moans from her throat filled that quiet chamber along with demanding groans from him.

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