The Curse that Binds (Bewitched #2.5)

by Laura Thalassa

You will have everything once more, this I vow. I am yours forever.

I wish it so strongly, my heart aches from it. I envy the sun that gets to touch your skin. And the bread that gets to kiss your lips. I envy the air that shares space with you and the ground that gets to hold you.

And my only fear when it comes to teaching you my language is that you might learn my secrets before I’m ready to share them.

How do you truly feel? I ask timidly. Like I could conquer the world just to lay it all at your feet. His voice turns serious. Roxi, you are my first and last thought each day. I have longed for you more than I care to admit—not just as my friend and confidant but also as my lover and wife and amage.

“I don’t want to be commanded,” I say. “Nor do I want to command you.” Memnon smiles slowly. “But I will command you, and you will inevitably command me back because we are both headstrong and stubborn in our own ways. And we will clash, but then we will fuck and make up because I love you and you love me.”

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.

“For good, for ill, and for always, my life is bound with yours,”

“If you try to come between me and my husband again, I will bury my blade so deeply down your throat, you’ll be shitting it out.”