The Devil's Cursed Witch

He dropped another bomb at her embarassed self and she felt like she was being burdened with his straightforwardness. She took a peek at his handsome face to see if he did not feel anything while saying such an embarrassing thing but...

Draven was as calm and composed as usual, as if he said nothing wrong and continued to look at her.

'Are all beastmen like this? Do they have no shame? Or their females are like this as well?'

"You can hand it over to me," she heard him say as his gaze went towards that tiny ceramic container.

She immediately took a step to her side to cover the bedside table from his line of sight using her body. "Ah, no need. I will take care of it. Please do not bother with it."

"Are you sure?"

"Hmm." She nodded and chanted in her mind. 'Please don't talk about it anymore.please...'

"If you are fine, I have something else to talk about."

She sighed a relief as he changed the topic. "What is it?"

"You can first sit instead of standing since you are not feeling well," he said as he gestured for her to sit on the bed.

"Thank you for your concern but I am fine," she said awkwardly but took slow steps towards the bed, keeping her expression in check to show she was truly fine.

Draven felt bad about her situation but didn't feel guilty about it. He had done his best to keep himself sane and not to let his beast take over him so he wouldn't physically injure her. Though she was still hurt, there was nothing more he could do to make it better for her.

He walked towards her and carried her gently even before she could react. Ember didn't make a sound and let him carry her. He placed her not at the edge of the bed but in the middle, letting her sit comfortably with her back resting against the stack of pillows behind her. Meanwhile, he sat at the edge of the bed. She wondered what it could be that he wanted to talk about.

His red eyes stared at her green ones as he spoke in a low voice.

"Last night, you called me by another name. Do you remember it?"

It puzzled her. She tried to recall if something like that happened but could not. "I don't remember."

"Raven," he said, his voice solemn. "Have you heard of this name or do you know any person with this name?"

She again shook her head. "I don't know anyone with this name."

Draven still clearly remembered that she had called him Raven just like the woman in his vision. It was as if it was her who was saying it. The feeling he got after hearing them utter that name was the same as well.

'My Raven.'

These words kept ringing in his mind since the previous night.

"Is there anything that you have to talk about?" Draven asked.

He somewhat felt that if that woman in his dreams was Ember or someone related to both of them, then Ember must have some visions like he had.

Ember thought about if she had anything to talk about but then...

There was a knock on the door and they heard the voice.

"Miss, we have brought medicine for you."

Her servants had brought the medicine brewed in a tea that Yula had arranged for Ember.

The door of the chamber was opened on its own as it was Draven who permitted the servant to enter. Then he looked at her, "If there is anything you want to talk about, even if you find it's not important, you should tell me."

Ember nodded while the two servants entered the chamber with their heads lowered.

Draven stood up to leave, "Take rest," and left.

Ember looked at the door from where he left. 'So he came just to talk.' She felt relieved as he was not there for what she was scared about.

The servants brought her medicine which she finished without complaining though it was too bitter.

At midnight, when the moon was at its brightest, Ember, who was lying in her bed, felt uneasy. Once again her body was reacting the same way as the previous two nights but it was not as strong as the previous night.

'They say three nights. It's the last one. I can handle it.'

She curled herself into a ball and tried to bear those uneasy, anxious and strange feelings. Her body started to feel hot and a thin layer of sweat started to appear on her body. With her eyes shut tight and her hands clutching the sheets, her mind started to think about Draven.

'Is he the same as me? Will he be here again?' she didn't know what she wanted exactly. Her body started to anticipate his presence while her mind prayed that he should not be there and she didn't want to go through that pain again.

Some time passed by as it started to get stronger and she found it getting hard to bear. Just then a space behind her in the bed sank and she found her body being pulled back and wrapped in a warm embrace as the strong muscular warm chest came in contact with her delicate back and a pair of hands wrapped them around her.

'It feels fortable...'

But then it didn't take a moment for her to recognise that comforting scent and she realised what was going on. Draven, he came to her. Her body stiffened. As much as it felt good to be closer to him, it felt scary as well. He was there so she was sure they would be doing it again.

Her heart picked up the pace, which was caused by both her fear and her body's reaction to the bond effect, but the feeling of fear was prominent over the need her body was feeling.

"Relax and sleep," she heard him whisper gently at the back of her neck, "I won't be doing anything tonight."

His gentle whisper sounded assuring to her ears and she found herself being relaxed slowly in his warm embrace. His hand under the crook of her neck moved to wrap in front of her shoulder while his free hand, held her other hand and warped around her stomach as his palms felt warm against the skin of the back of her palms.

His fingers gently entwined with hers, she felt him holding her even closer, not leaving even an inch of space between them, her feet brushing against his.

"You will be fine as long as I am next to you," he whispered again to comfort her.