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?”

“Welcome to the fucking family,” Sevin told Genevieve cheerily. “Ready or not.”

She had a Devil’s game to play. And this time, she wouldn’t be leaving until she won.

“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.”

When he was sure she was done, he folded his arms behind his head and said, “Ride me.”

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