Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)

by Jennifer Chipman

I tried not to think about my dream from last night. The one that always started the same way. A flash of dark hair. Golden eyes. Mighty wings that unfurled in front of me. A palace that I was sure I’d never seen before.

She would sit on the throne next to mine, wearing the crown I had made for her, my ring on her finger.

I’d waited centuries for her, and even in the darkest of days, I’d known that the knowledge of her was too tempting a fantasy to fall into. To let myself bathe in her light was more than I could ever hope for.

He looked directly at me, those dark eyes—almost black—practically peering into my soul. “I think I did.”

She was light. Pure, unfettered light. How could I tarnish that with my darkness?

“Good girl,” I praised, and I didn’t miss the way her eyes sparked, her whole body seeming to light up at the praise. “Mmm, you like that, huh? Being my good girl?”

bright, Luna. I never thought… No, could have never even imagined you. How you would illuminate my entire world.”