Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

Then Blackwell solidified himself completely. “Call her a name one more time,” he threatened, his tone bored but his eyes alight with mischief. “I dare you.”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take. Life happens. Even in death. No use worrying about things that haven’t occurred yet.”

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

“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.”