Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)

by Jennifer Chipman

For all the girls who want a six and a half foot tall winged man to swoop in and tell them that they’re fated mates. (Me too.)

That way, I didn’t think about the dreams haunting my sleep—the vision of those golden eyes that I just couldn’t shake off.

Secretly, I thrived in the night. I always felt like I had my best ideas when the moon was still high in the sky. Like it somehow called to me.

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?”

“Because you’re my light in the dark. You shine so bright, Luna. I never thought… No, could have never even imagined you. How you would illuminate my entire world.”

“I love you. Fates, but I do. You taught me what it was like to love someone and what it was like to be loved in return. No one’s ever cared about me, not like you do. I’ve spent the last three hundred years wondering what it might be like when I finally found you, but my dreams pale in comparison to the reality of you. You’re my moon, Luna. Even when you’re not around, I can feel my pull to you. You’re the brightest thing in my night sky. The thing I always look for to know I’m home. And if I had to do it all again—struggle through every hardship—I would, knowing you were waiting for me at the end.”