Enchantra (Wicked Games, #2)

by Kaylie Smith

“If I die, Salem will come after you,” Genevieve told the Devil.

Thats true

“So, here’s my offer, boys: If she dies, within the hour, I’ll release you and the rest of your siblings from your contracts to me. Forevermore. Effective immediately.”

Offer

“Love. Loathing. Same passion, different names,”

the one holding the blade, and without hesitation she forced him to run the knife through her heart.

NOOOOO

Rowin. Rowin. Row… Ro… … …

*cries*

“Or I’ll just burn down the store. I’m still deciding.”

Haha

men tore a portal into the den and delivered your corpse.”

Ew

Dear Genevieve, You do not know me, but I very much know you. I know you’re likely wrought with impatience that you will have to wait to hear this story one letter at a time. She was. I know that upon waking, every sentence from your lips has likely ended in a question mark. They had. And I know despite your proximity to the peculiar world of the paranormal, you will likely find the story I’m about to tell you hard to believe. But I assure you every single word is truth. The truth is something precious, especially between you and me. Something you’ll soon see. Why don’t I start at the beginning?

golden cuff with the inscription the light is wherever you are.

Aww

Dear Genevieve, The final part of our story is where things fall apart. When Knox confirmed that the Prince of the Devils was, in fact, connected to your sister, he became desperate to control you. And that made him vulnerable. You came up with a plan that was almost perfect. No one gives you nearly enough credit for how well you extract information from people and retain it. It was your visit to Knox’s trove that gave you the idea. You wondered if we could leverage Knox’s greed so he would offer us all the one thing he knew we wanted most—our freedom from the Hunt. If we could convince him to try and keep your soul hostage, then he would want us to extract your soul rather than killing you. If we could place it in a Soul Lock and escape, your friend Salem could bring you back. Extracting your soul would fulfill the technicality of his bargain, and we could all walk away. So, we went to Grave. Which was a risk. But at the end of the day, my brother is still my brother. And you’re you. You convinced him we could pull this off. That he could plant the seed in Knox’s head—ironically thanks to the fact that he had nearly killed you so many times before. That if Knox agreed to set all of us free, it was time for him to make the right choice. When I spoke to Ellin of your plan, she agreed to forfeit when she realized returning to Hell would mean she could get Wells and Sevin to help remove our mother from Knoxium. Knox would still be forced to complete his end of the bargain aft...

“Hello, trouble.”

H…hey

“Oh, trouble, we’re going to have a lot of fun.”

Hehe

Salem reached out to shake Rowin’s hand in greeting. When Salem let go, Rowin gave a subtle flex of his fingers, and Genevieve could only assume the Prince of the Devils had made his grip just a little too tight.

Genevieve Lila Grimm⁠—”

“Are you mad? I don’t care if it was for survival. I missed your wedding!”

Haha

“And here I thought you preferred it when I misbehaved, angel.”

Haha