El Amarre is a curse binding one person to another through forever.

The narrator of the story wants her love to desire her forever, and seeks out some witchcraft to make it happen. This is one of the most gripping things I’ve read in a long time.

Yes, that is what I wanted—balance—a twisted one. I desired Marco to be enslaved to me as I was to him. To ache as I did. I craved to be a ghost in his veins, an addition he couldn’t quit.

Yet I wouldn’t dare to say it aloud.

Doña Itzel leaned closer. “Would you let someone hollow you out? Make you a puppet?”

Her words resonated with me. That was how I felt—hollowed out, a puppet in his games.