Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

she couldn’t quite place,

I don’t think she can “quite place” anything.

And now she understood why some people sold their souls to experience even a fraction of this feeling.

“And Blackwell?” she questioned. “Where does he fit into the story?” Sinclair straightened up, fury flitting across his expression at the mention of Blackwell’s named. “That Phantom bastard has sabotaged me time and time again.”

The writing is on the manor walls Ophelia.

Do not live your life according to what you think would have pleased me. I was too hard on you, I think. I thought I was making you strong, but I see now that I put too much pressure on you and it was too heavy. Death brings so much clarity.

“I will. But we’ll meet again someday,” Ophelia vowed. Her mother smiled. Not too soon, though, my darling. Live.

“In a different life, in a fair one, I would’ve kept you until my eternal soul withered away to dust,” he vowed to her.

Ophelia groaned. “For the last fucking time, I am not a Demon! And you clearly know nothing of paranormal beings, so stop speaking the names of those you are unfamiliar with! Demons reside in Hell! They cannot even leave Hell except for a single day a year! I am a Necromancer.” She smiled now, showing him her teeth. “And I wasn’t reciting any spells, but if you’d like to see some magic, it’d be my pleasure.”

“In all the darkness, in all the loneliness, you have been my one source of light,” he lamented as she began to come undone. “My soul will go to its grave with your name echoing in my mind.”

One look at their compromising position and Genevieve huffed. “You would follow me here and then end up having a more fun time than me.”