"Once upon a time, there lived three witches."

All her life, Amarrah’s grandmother told her stories of three women, members of a Babylonian king’s harem, who practiced forbidden magic.

On her deathbed, her gidaty confessed that the tales were not just stories. They were the oral records of a timeless curse and a terrible wrong that must be made right. She leaves Amarrah an antique box she calls the witches’ chest. She says it has been kept safe through generations of her family for the eventual day when the three return to claim it.

She was born to save what he is sworn to destroy.

Indira’s stopped believing in magic and considers herself a lapsed Wiccan. Then she dreams of being sacrificed to an ancient Babylonian god—thrown from a cliff with her two sisters, their arms bound behind them… and wakes with real rope burns on her wrists.

Anything for their child

Magdalena knows Ryan is a playboy from the start, but is compelled by his resemblance to the man of her recurrent dreams and fantasies who’d adored her in another lifetime; the man who’d tried to save her life, and failed. She can’t resist him.