The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 495

Late at night, once Ember had fallen asleep, Draven went to find Morpheus, who was resting inside his cave.

Morpheus didn't react to his presence, keeping his eyes closed as if he hadn't noticed — though, of course, he had.

"What are you doing here?" Draven asked coolly.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking that?" Morpheus retorted, his tone calm. "What are you doing in my cave?"

"Come outside," Draven said coldly, already turning to step out.

With a sigh, Morpheus stood and followed him.

The moment Morpheus stepped out of the cave—

Punch!

A powerful blow landed squarely on his face, snapping his head to the side and drawing blood from the corner of his mouth.

"If it weren't for the worry that Ember might feel your pain through the bond," Draven growled, his eyes blazing, "I would've strangled you instead of stopping with something this small."

Morpheus casually wiped the blood from his mouth, unfazed. "What did I do now?"

"You made her cry," Draven snapped. "You made her doubt herself as your mate. How can you not see the effort she's putting in?"

"That's exactly what I don't want," Morpheus interrupted, his voice tight. "I don't want her to do anything. I want her to leave me alone. I can deal with what she's worried about — I just need time."

"Then stop running away from her," Draven shot back. "She keeps worrying because you keep pushing her away. The more you pull back, the more she blames herself and tries harder to fix things for you."

"I can't be by her side for long…" Morpheus muttered.

"That's your issue," Draven cut in harshly. "All I care about is not seeing sadness or tears in her eyes."

Draven's tone turned sharp and final. "Tomorrow, you'll be back at the palace. Be a part of the family — the way Ember wants you to be. I don't want to see her doubting herself ever again. Don't make me repeat this."

Morpheus stood silently, watching as Draven vanished into the darkness.

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The next day, Morpheus arrived at the palace without fail to have the morning meal with Ember.

Undoubtedly, she was happy to see him.

As they settled at the breakfast table, Draven spoke without looking up from his plate, "Morph, move to your nest from now on. You're not allowed to stay away anymore."

Morpheus glanced at Ember — her eyes were full of hope.

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Not wanting to disappoint her, he replied, "I get it."

Ember smiled warmly. "If you need any help setting up the nest, I can help you."

The words No need almost slipped from Morpheus' mouth, but before he could say them, he caught Draven's warning gaze from across the table.

"Sure," he said instead.

"Great!" she replied cheerfully. "I'll see what I can add to make it more lively."

"Whatever you feel is right," Morpheus said, then added quickly, "Just… don't put any flowers there. I'm not fond of flowers in my nest."

His true intention was to stop her from placing tuberose in the nest — he didn't need the scent driving him crazier than he already was.

"I'll keep that in mind," Ember said with a slight smirk, and Morpheus let out a silent sigh of relief.

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After finishing his morning meal, Rhian stood by the window, admiring the beautiful scenery outside.

As usual, Erlos arrived to inform him that Cornelia had come to check on him.

Rhian, who had regained enough energy to walk around, didn't look away from the window as he replied, "She can enter this room and be allowed to heal me only if she promises not to use her powers on me. Otherwise, she can return to where she came from."

Erlos was taken aback by the unexpected demand, wondering what had happened between the two. Still, he conveyed the message.

"…This is what Prince Rhian said," Erlos relayed helplessly.

"His request is granted," Cornelia replied calmly. "I'm only here to heal him as per His Majesty's orders. I'm not going to kill him with my powers — if that's what worries him."

Rhian heard her clearly from outside the door.

Erlos allowed her to enter and quickly left, choosing to mind his own business.

Cornelia stepped into the room and locked eyes with Rhian, who turned away from the window to look at her.

"Have a seat," she said coolly.

Rhian quietly sat on the bed, while Cornelia took the chair next to him. She reached out, took his wrist, and began checking his pulse — scrying through his body for any lingering signs of dark magic.

Indeed, there were still faint traces of black magic flowing through his system.

Meanwhile, Rhian couldn't help but watch her face, finding a strange peace the longer he looked at her. Something deep within him stirred — a curiosity, a desire to understand the woman behind the cold exterior.

When Cornelia opened her eyes, she caught him staring again — just like the day before. She chose to ignore it, as usual, and said briskly, "Your wound."

Rhian turned slightly. "You're not going to use your powers."

Annoyed, she snapped, "Move your shirt up."

"I can't bend my right hand back far enough to do that," he said with a straight face. "So I'll have to trouble you." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

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