Enchantra (Wicked Games, #2)

by Kaylie Smith

“How do you feel about daggers?” She narrowed her eyes. “In what way? Craftsmanship? Effectiveness? How I think one would look in your side?”

His grin stretched wider. “Just wondering how prepared you are to take a stabbing or two.” A bark of laughter rang out from the doorway as Ellin strode into the room. “And what could she possibly do to prepare for that, Sevin?” Ellin flicked her gaze to Genevieve. “My advice is to simply not get stabbed. And if you do—don’t bleed out.”

“Can’t I marry one of the others instead?” she suggested. “No,” Rowin stated. “This was my idea. Therefore, you’re mine. If anyone is winning freedom from the Hunt, it’s me.”

Rings. Weddings. Devils. Games. It’s all too fucking much. I wanted to find a companion to talk to about my childhood trauma, not a damned husband.

“I hate when people say that,” she told him. “It is something you’ve never seen before. Me. And I’m spectacular.”

“The light isn’t something you need to chase, Genevieve. The light is wherever you are,” he told her.

“I’m a creature of Hell, worshipping is not usually in my nature.” Then he lowered himself between her legs and flicked his tongue out to taste her. “But for whatever time you remain in my bed, I will make it your shrine.”

“It’s never easy to realize that the people who are supposed to protect us are the ones who can create the deepest scars.”

March 24 Forget whatever I wrote earlier in my misguided youth. I hate him. X, Genevieve