Enchantra (Wicked Games, #2)

by Kaylie Smith

March 23 It is the eve of my birthday and I completely forgot. Right now, I’m supposed to be enjoying an opera at the Teatro Argentina back in Rome. My sister bought the tickets as a gift. And instead I decided to come to this accursed place. For the very first time in my life, I will be spending my birthday without my mother and Ophelia. There will be no celebratory andouille gumbo for dinner, no white chocolate bread pudding. If Rowin had not reminded me of the date, it might have passed without me even realizing. Rowin has insisted that I let him and the others throw me their own sort of celebration tonight—mostly because there is no guarantee I will survive the next round of the Hunt so we can celebrate tomorrow. It’s morbid, but if there’s cake, I won’t complain. Apparently the Silvers have rigid family traditions when it comes to birthdays. Since his siblings have celebrated all of theirs in Hell the last few years, he’s missed their festivities. He assured me that dinner will be nothing short of marvelously entertaining. Of course, all that excitement pales in comparison to the fact that we will soon be ripping each other’s clothes off in the hallway for all of his family and Knox’s spectators to see. Hopefully whatever display we put on will be exciting enough to satisfy Knox’s depraved audience. And the unsatisfied craving I can’t seem to shake. X, Genevieve

Letter #2