The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 362

"I'm holding my breath." By that time, Morpheus already reached the boundary of that field and plucked one flower. He brought it back to Ember.

"Why did you go there! Didn't you say even you are not spared—"

"Hey, look at me, I'm fine. I know what I'm doing. You said you want to touch it, right? Didn't I say I want you to enjoy your day? I am making good of my promise." Morpheus held out the flower in front of her. "You can touch it but not the petals. Hold it at stalk and don't try to smell it."

A smile even more beautiful than any flower blossomed on her face as she accepted that white flower from him.

Upon closer look, the flower was not fluffy-looking like a dandelion—it had five ethereal petals that looked almost like transparent glass except for its delicate white veins. How tempted she was to touch those delicate white petals, but in the end, she controlled herself.

As she studied the gorgeous flower, she could not stop being curious about its scent. What kind of scent must it have which causes one to lose their mind? Was it like a perfume? Or maybe like her mate's scent?

'Shall I just smell it? Morph will take care of me. I have strong willpower so I think I will only hallucinate for a few minutes.'

Just as the thought popped up in her mind, it burst as Morph held her hand, as if aware of what bad idea she cooked up in her pretty little head. "Do not even think about it. Be good and don't make me regret bringing you here."

She pouted as Morpheus took that flower from her. He used magic and that flower disappeared into nothingness.

"So cruel," she mumbled.

"I am saving you from trouble, you human," Morpheus said as he didn't give in to her pouting face, no matter how adorable she looked. His cold gaze, which he rarely showed to her, clearly told her 'no means no'.

After exploring the flower valley for a couple of hours, Ember started to feel a little tired. Her body was yet to fully recover, and with her earlier excitement fading, she was starting to feel the return of her muscle aches.

Morpheus had his eyes on Ember the entire time. Of course, he noticed her slowing down. "Do you want to rest?"

Seeing her nod, Morpheus lifted her in his arms and she immediately held onto him.

"Let's stop by Baruel's place then."

"Are we going to fly towards their city?" she asked as Morpheus walked swiftly across the field.

"No, just heading over there."

Turning her head around, Ember saw a large thatched cottage at the outermost of the valley. It was surrounded by a wooden fence and there were a few more small cottages around it.

"Whoa, is that his home? It's nice to think that the moment he wakes up, he gets to see this view!"