The Curse that Binds (Bewitched #2.5)

by Laura Thalassa

So long as I am alive, you will never die,

I wish I could be there and hold you in my arms until all your pain and sadness were gone.

Little witch, he continues. I’m coming for you.

No, little witch, he finally says. I hear his ominous laugh. You won’t be marrying anyone besides me. His voice is confident and uncompromising. I am coming for you. I will leave tomorrow at first light, and I will get there before a wedding takes place. And when I do, he continues, I will make graves of these grooms and anyone else who comes between us. Violent delight threads his words. You’re mine.

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For you are mine and I am yours, and those are my soul’s deepest truths.”

All of me is yours.

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“You flirt with your fucking death when you speak ill of my wife.”

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I will not ask someone else to take care of my wife in my stead. You can hate me, but you will do so in my arms.

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