The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 63

Swish!

However, even though she desired death, even though she lost the will to stay alive, destiny wasn’t something she could control.

Ember wasn’t fated to die.

Thud!

She let out a startled scream when her body collided against another, the impact causing her aching body to erupt in pain and her breath to be knocked out of her lungs. A strong man with a large pair of ashy grey wings caught her midair before she could hit the crowns of the tall trees under the cliff.

The abrupt stop made her dizzy, and she felt like her entire body had lost strength. She moaned in pain as her head spun like everything was light and airy. With her body feeling weak, her eyes refused to open.

Still, she was sensible enough to understand her situation.

‘I…was saved?’

She could feel that she was being embraced by two strong arms, surrounding her firmly against a warm muscular chest. Her face was resting against her saviour’s shoulder and the smell of the forest on his body, the heat of his skin, made her feel more lightheaded.

‘Please…I hope it’s not him,’ was all she could think even in her dizzy state.

It took her a few moments to open her eyes, and she was first greeted by the sight of large and majestic wings flapping slowly and rhythmically in the air, making them stay stable in one place midair. She could feel the movement of the muscles of the shoulder with each flap those wings made. She could not believe her eyes.

‘Gaia used to say that angels have wings. Did I die and go to heaven? Am I seeing an angel now?’

Her gaze slowly moved around and found herself above a familiar forest, only she was seeing it from a different angle. She realized she was not dead.

Dismay filled her veins. She was saved when she didn’t want to be saved.

‘Why can’t you let me die peacefully?’ she could not help but ask as she lifted her gaze to see the man’s appearance. Her intuition already told her it was not that red-eyed man because that man could fly without using wings, but she was still relieved when she confirmed that unfamiliar handsome face.

‘It’s not him…’

Rather than a pair of terrifying red eyes, her saviour was a man with sharp ashy grey eyes.

Flying effortlessly above the trees, the unfamiliar winged man was not completely clothed, and she was pressed against his muscular chest that was inked with strange white tribal tattoos.

She moved her head back slowly, only to see that the pair of wings attached to his back were of a similar shade to his eyes. She found herself flustered by the amusement in his gaze as he stared back at her from behind the short hair strands falling over his forehead.

Only when she struggled in his hold, as if asking him to let her go, did he snap out of his daze. They had been hovering above the forest for who knows how long. _{freewebnøvel.com}