Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

He huffed a laugh. “That’s not how things work, angel. Life is not measured in good or bad thoughts—it’s how you treat the world around you despite them. All the people who only do good deeds because of what that

“If there were ever a divine entity I’d worship,” he murmured, “it’d be you.” “My body, your altar,” she offered. He whispered her name—no, he didn’t whisper it, he invoked it.

“Your injuries made it hard to hear you at first—our link from the blood bargain has been weakening,” he admitted. “But I felt you calling. I’ve never had that sort of connection with any other contestant before. I told you before that nothing would ever stop me from getting to you if you needed me, and that will remain true forevermore. I would tear the universe apart at its seams if I must.”

“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.”