Enchantra (Wicked Games, #2)

by Kaylie Smith

March 24 Happy twenty-second birthday to me. I just read my entry from a year ago and it’s hard to believe how different my life looked then. Heartbroken. Grieving. Feeling stuck in New Orleans. In Grimm Manor. That certainly isn’t the case now. No, now I’m stuck in this cursed estate with people I cannot tell if I hate. With the man who has given me the best sex of my life. A man I still cannot trust, whose secrets I’m still uncovering. After everything that has happened here, one little scar shouldn’t be weighing on me so heavily, but I suppose it’s the evidence that so much has changed in so little time and yet I have not changed at all. I remain as vain as ever. As jaded. I just want to go home, but I’m not sure home could even be a comfort at this point. What would I find there? My sister, yes. And the reminder that she has a purpose in New Orleans that I will never have. Where do I fit into that? She and Salem had to get rid of me just to enjoy their time together. Farrow wanted to get rid of me. My mother. If Rowin could have gotten rid of me at the start, he would have despite however he feels about me now. And I hate that I’ve begun to enjoy his company. To like him. Because I do. He’s competitive and pushy but also clever and nurturing. And I fear that even winning the Hunt and freeing him will not be enough to keep him. His guilt will always chain him to this place. As mine chains me to Grimm Manor. X, Genevieve

Letter #3