Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

“What kinds of hearts do?” He leaned down until their eyes were level. “Hearts with teeth.” He reached out and gently gripped her chin in his hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb across her full, bottom lip. She was frozen in place. “C’mon, angel, show me your teeth.”

That was it. She chucked the tome at his head with all her might. He switched into his non-corporeal state a second before the projectile would have smashed into his face. How unsatisfying. When he solidified himself once more, there was a lazy smirk on his face. “If you want to play rough,” he drawled, “I have better games we can play. Ones that involve less clothing⁠—”