Enchantra (Wicked Games, #2)

by Kaylie Smith

Hell was made of swirling darkness and secrets just like the man in front of her.

“Love. Loathing. Same passion, different names,” he told her. “And how easily and swiftly the line can be blurred, don’t you think?”

Leaning down slowly, until his lips were right next to her ear, he said, “Prove it.”

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

“While I was researching ways to sever my bond to Knox, my wife became very sick. A rare illness called Crimson Rot. When Knox heard of her ailment—and perhaps also of my desire to be rid of him—he offered me a bargain.”

He smirked. “Are words the only claws you’ve got?” “Come closer and let’s see,” she crooned.

“It has been decided that you will enter the Hunt as Rowington’s wife.”

Cerrado

“Are you suggesting you’d like me to ask? And on my knees?” Rowin drawled. “That

“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.”

“You really think death by my hand would be better than taking it in marriage?” “And if I do?” His smile turned devious, and her heart began to thunder in her chest at the sight.

“And I won’t be showing you any mercy if you lay a finger on my wife.”

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

“I believe it’s my turn to dance with my wife.”

“I want to know what it’s like to kiss you when it isn’t just for show,” she told him.

“You aren’t anything I’ve ever seen before,” he said gruffly. “You’re spectacular.”

“Say another fucking word and I’ll rip your head off your neck,”

“Then why are you flirting with me?” she accused. “Am I?” The curl of his lips was arrogant now. “I think you just find me very attractive, and we happen to be talking about sex.”

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

“This story might make you think differently of me,” she warned. He gave her a sidelong glance. “You have no idea what I think of you now, trouble.”

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.

“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.”

“Genevieve, you’re safe,” Rowin assured her as he crouched next to her, swiping water and hair from her eyes. “I’m here. You’re safe.

“What is it you need from me?” he asked, sincerely. “Tell me and it’s done.”

“It’s just you and me, trouble. Only a few days ago you loathed me because I’m a ‘fucking brute,’ remember? Just channel that passion and no one will know the difference.”

“He touched my wife without permission,” he bit out. “I’d have killed him for less than that.

Fuck yeah

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

Rowin bared his teeth. “Take another step and I’ll rip your head off your shoulders.”

“Touch her. I dare you,” Rowin snarled.

“Nothing is eternal. Except for the fact that you’ve ruined me. All I’ve ever wanted was freedom from this wretched game, and I didn’t even hesitate for a second to give it up.”

“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.”

Salem fixed her with an intense look. “I will suffer a million times over if it makes your sister happy. Which means I will eat a million pieces of this Hellish candy.”

It is cruel that I was given a taste of what my eternity could have been filled with—your smile, your pleasure, your humor—only to have it ripped away from me in seconds.

“Give Salem a message from me, too, would you?” the Devil snarled. Rowin narrowed his eyes. “Who are you?” “It doesn’t matter,” the Devil said. “Just tell him I’m coming.”

Her words cut off as a figure suddenly poured out of the shadows in a cloud of dark smoke. “Hello, trouble.”

“I want you to know, I really would have waited for you, right here, forever if that’s what it would have taken.