I can’t breathe for a second.
“Luca Fortuna named your mate as the heir to his company,” Kane says. “Along with, of course, his three legal children, who are all now conveniently dead.”
Horror trickles down my spine.
Kane studies me, his nostrils flared. “You really didn’t know,” he finally says, like he only now believes it.
“Where did you get this?” I ask.
“Ensanguine Enterprises is a publicly traded company. The succession plan was made public a few hours ago, and one of my pack mates brought it to our alpha’s attention.”
I press a hand to the tightness in my chest and shake my head. “I don’t…understand.”
Only, I do. I understand the killing, the claiming. That was all a part of the Sarmatian ethos two thousand years ago. A king didn’t just defeat an enemy; he moved in and acquired his land and wealth.
Kane sighs, his whole body relaxing. He runs his hands through his tousled hair.
“Memnon didn’t destroy the Fortunas’ empire last night. He took it over.”
The unbreakable oath’s magic cinches tighter around my windpipe. It now feels uncomfortably like a noose.
Est amage, Memnon calls down our bond, breaking through my thoughts, I hope you’re ready. It’s time to get married.
COMING SOON
Keep a lookout for the third and final book in the Bewitched series!
Coming 2025
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The Curse that Binds (Bewitched #2.5)
where Memnon and Selene’s story first begins.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
If I could describe my feelings about Bespelled in a single sound bite, I would say this book was pure indulgence. It is full of scenes that made me thrill and seethe and tense and swoon. While there was a satisfying flow to the book, it wasn’t necessarily easy to write. I have a book’s worth of removed lines and scenes, bits and pieces of Bespelled that weren’t quite right so I had to cast them aside.
The one person who listened to me through the entire life of Bespelled—from its inception to its conclusion—is my husband, Daniel. It’s strange to give thanks to what has become such a fundamental part of our relationship, like thanking a friend for having the same interests as you. But I want to thank you anyway, because I am eternally grateful for the weekly—if not daily—chats about stories and writing and all the beautiful places it takes us. I’m thankful to always, always have your support, for this book and all the others, and for the fact that you celebrate my wins as though they were your own. I love you—may it be forever.
To my agent Kimberly, I don’t know what good deed I did to get to work with you, but I am beyond fortunate and so grateful for all the love and support you pour into my books. Thank you to Aimee, who lost sleep over this book so she could give me feedback.
Christa Désir, you are incredible at what you do, and you’re an absolute delight to work with. Thank you for the wicked good feedback. Your excitement and belief in my stories is so, so humbling.
Sabrina Baskey, thank you for making this book sing! I appreciated each one of your comments and revisions. You truly added the polish to Bespelled.
Naomi, you were the first official reader to get Bespelled, and you not only managed to bring the book together with your feedback, your genuine excitement for Bespelled and your bookish updates while reading it have stayed with me since you read it.
A huge shout-out goes to my mom, who stayed with me during the end of my edits simply so that I could get them done in time. I’m going to try not to get weepy about this, but the truth is that it meant a lot to me. I love you, Mama. Thank you.
A big, heartfelt thank you goes to my dad, whose brain I picked about succession plans. And a secondary thank you goes once again to my husband, who reassured me a retrofitted skyscraper in San Francisco would remain standing even after a portal to hell ripped through part of its foundations. I’m sure your architecture professors back at Berkeley are super proud you could use your knowledge for such important and sobering matters.
I want to thank my family as a whole for supporting me in so many ways during this book’s journey. There were so many shared posts and so much love showered on me, and I’m honestly still moved by it.
To my lovely kiddos, though you both in the most literal sense did not help with the book, you helped quiet the mess of my mind and gave me your laughter and your curiosity and sweet mischief.
To Janett, Kel, Patricia, Lacey, and so many others—thank you for loving this series and believing in me and reaching out to me even though I’m a writing gremlin who is terrible at communication. I deeply appreciate all the love and excitement you’ve shown.