The Curse that Binds (Bewitched #2.5)

by Laura Thalassa

If the gods are real, they have abandoned me entirely, I say softly. No, est menulumguva amage,⁠8 Memnon says, they were merely preparing you. I frown in the darkness. Preparing me for what? Us.

“I have crossed rivers and kingdoms, I have fought armies and bandits to be here before you. For you are mine and I am yours, and those are my soul’s deepest truths.”

“You think I am scared of the Romans? Of death? Or that I would cling to my throne if Memnon didn’t sit beside me?” I shake my head. “I would follow him to the ends of the earth. I would follow him even into death. But I think you shall go there first.”