Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

“Go home,” the stranger advised. “A house of Devils is no place for an angel like you.”

“A heart and a key would set me free,” it said. “But you should hope we do not meet again, angel.”

And she certainly had never been around a man like this. One who looked at her like she was prey. She braced herself and gave another hard yank. When he still wouldn’t let go, something strange happened. Her wrist slipped right through his grasp. Not because his grip loosened, but because her entire arm turned transparent. Her mouth fell open as she watched her limb return to its solid state a second later.

“Call her a name one more time,” he threatened, his tone bored but his eyes alight with mischief. “I dare you.” Cade gawked at the sight of Blackwell’s tall frame, but his expression quickly soured as he spat, “Incredible, even Demons have whores⁠—” Blackwell grabbed Cade’s wrist and twisted his arm until he screeched in agony. “Incredible,” Blackwell echoed. “The audacity of men worth less than dirt.”

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

“I want to know everything. I want to see all the darkest corners of your mind.” He tilted his face up to whisper his next words right into her ear. “I want to taste your sins.”