Enchantra (Wicked Games, #2)

by Kaylie Smith

“We were married, with Knox’s permission, and eventually went on to have our seven children: Gravington, Covington, Rowington, Remington, Sevington, Wellington, and Ellington.”

Not all their names ending in -ington LOL

Despite his solemn tone, Genevieve had to stop herself from giggling. All their names were utterly tragic.

heheh same girl

“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.”

Rowin advanced a step toward his brother, a dangerous smile playing on the edges of his lips. “And I won’t be showing you any mercy if you lay a finger on my wife.”

YUHHHH

He lunged forward to try to clap a hand over her mouth, but she batted him away with a withering look. “Watch it,” she warned darkly. “I bite.” His gaze narrowed. “Yes, I’m aware.”

lol

“Sometimes I think it’s best not to chase after things. Sometimes all we can do is let them go and hope they come back on their own.”

“Do not get any closer.” “Or what?” Grave barked. “All of this over a girl you don’t even⁠—” “She’s mine,” Rowin snarled,

Rowin kept pace at her side. Umbra, meanwhile, was pouncing in and out of the grassy field around them, snapping at the fireflies, and Genevieve couldn’t help but giggle.

so cute

He smirked. Exactly what he had been hoping for, clearly. It only proved what she’d always known—men loved gossip and drama as much as women.

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

She’d braided hers through her soft curls and even made one small enough to fit around Umbra’s neck like a collar. Which the Familiar did not seem all too pleased with. Though definitely more pleased than Rowin, who was now wearing the strings of flowers atop his head, around his neck, and on each of his wrists.

LMAO the image I’m painting in my head of this scene

He smirked. “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.”

and leaned back against the dresser in contemplation. “It’s never easy to realize that the people who are supposed to protect us are the ones who can create the deepest scars.”

“I hope you made a wish, Mrs. Silver.” “Well, my wish was to never have to see your face again, so this is quite disappointing,” Genevieve said.

I love her

“As long as it doesn’t involve biting,” he agreed. She pouted now. “But you’re so fun to bite.”

Thankfully, she found Umbra scrambling up the tree only a branch below. Genevieve leaned down and stretched out her arm for Umbra to cling onto, scooping the fox up into her chest as the wolf tried to climb up from below. Umbra nuzzled her cold snout against Genevieve’s neck affectionately.

I love them!!

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

LMAOO

“Genevieve, you have to choose to live for yourself. You are the most real thing you’ll ever be able to experience. Your light. Your determination. You can search every corner of the universe for something else and it will never be enough if you’re trying to escape yourself. I don’t know who told you that you weren’t good enough, but they were fucking wrong. You’re more than good enough. Your heart is more than good enough. No matter how many times it has been burned. How many scars it might have. It will keep on beating, brave and passionate, if you will only let it.”

Inside, nestled against a black velvet cushion, was a thin golden cuff. Between a line of white diamonds on one side and black diamonds on the other, there was an inscription. The light is wherever you are.

OH MY GODDD

“Why didn’t you tell me? You promised you were⁠—” “Because I was trying to protect you. Can’t you see that? I’m convinced you were made by the King of Devils himself to torture me for my sins.”

“Shadows can only be seen in the presence of light,” he told her, the words agonized. “I worry when you leave, there will be no one left to see me.”

“Grave did not eat his twin in the womb,” Rowin said for the tenth time. “Sevin made that up to scare Ellin when we were kids.”

wtf lmao

“Oh! I have one,” Genevieve chimed in. “Your tongue—did that hurt?” Covin grinned, letting the split tips of his tongue flick out between his teeth like a snake’s. “Not really. But then I have a very high tolerance for pain.” Genevieve glanced at Rowin now. “What about your tolerance for pain? Is it high?” “Being born in this family has all but guaranteed that,” Rowin confirmed.

“I’m glad you didn’t listen to me, when I told you to leave that first day,” he said. “No matter what happens, I need you to know that you’ve saved me.” “You’ve saved me too,” she told him as she ran her thumb over her ring and then her bracelet.

Our vows may have said “eternally,” but as I told you then, nothing is ever truly eternal. Except my longing for you. Sincerely, Rowin

His smile was brilliant. “Before you, I was going to spend my eternity alone, in the darkest parts of Hell. I’d much rather spend a single lifetime in your light. Or, at least, for however long you’ll have me.” Then he leaned his forehead against hers. “I want you to know, I really would have waited for you, right here, forever if that’s what it would have taken. I would have stood in this spot until I could no longer distinguish my own soul from the shadows. Until your light came back to me.”