Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

She had always adored the way he spoke her name. Like a wicked prayer.

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

“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.”