Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

She buried her face into the crook of his throat. “You came.” “You called,” he answered.

“Devils are shameless gossips,” she muttered without acknowledging his statement. “Mortals are pitiful romantics,” he countered. “Falling in love no matter the cost.”

“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.

“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.”