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A review by birdsimone
The Curse that Binds by Laura Thalassa
4.75
I have been dying for this prequel since the end of Book 2. The chance to dive into their past lives had me counting down the days and it exceeded every expectation I had. I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m even more obsessed with these characters. And as for Book 3? I need it like yesterday. They deserve the most epic, soulshattering happy ending imaginable I won't accept anything else. Memon is still amazing in this book his confessions towards Roxi had me giggling and blushing. Their "second" wedding scene will forever live in my head. I knew what was coming but it still hurt to read it a second time
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.
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.
“You flirt with your fucking death when you speak ill of my wife.” Memnon’s voice has deepened with his anger. Wood creaks as he pulls the bowstring taut. “Now, who’s next?”
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.
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.
“You flirt with your fucking death when you speak ill of my wife.” Memnon’s voice has deepened with his anger. Wood creaks as he pulls the bowstring taut. “Now, who’s next?”