Enchantra (Wicked Games, #2)

by Kaylie Smith

“Whatever version of selfish anyone considers you, Rowin Silver, is one I very much admire.”

“some people are poisonous that way. They touch you once and somehow infect every little thing you do thereafter.”

“I’ve never seen my brother so volatile.” “Really?” she scoffed. “Because Grave seems like volatile is his middle name.” “Close, his middle name is Blade.” His gaze turned pointed now. “But I wasn’t talking about Grave.”

She’d long given up the hope that someone with a white horse would ever come to save her. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t be the knight in shining armor for herself. For them.

“She’s mine,” Rowin snarled, his shadows beginning to swirl in the air around him. “Whatever you might think of that, whatever problem you have with it, if you ever try to touch her again, I will make the rest of your eternal life even more fucking miserable than it already is.”

“Our parents made their own beds,” Rowin stated flatly. “She was thrown into mine.”

“Do not ever call me yours again.” A flicker of an emotion she didn’t recognize flitted over his expression, but he didn’t offer any response. She took a deep breath. “When someone says those words to me, I want them to mean them.”

“If you wanted to be choked, all you had to do was ask,” he murmured as he crouched before her, reaching up to brush the pad of his thumb over the tender skin of her throat. “I wouldn’t have left any marks.”

“The light isn’t something you need to chase, Genevieve. The light is wherever you are,” he told her.

“It’s that bastard’s fault. Farrow. What a ridiculous fucking name.” “Pots and kettles, Rowington,” she joked half-heartedly.

“You don’t need to say thank you,” he told her. “You and I are partners. We’ll save each other.” Her heart stopped.

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“Let me show you what it’s like to have my gratitude, trouble.”

“If you thought I was a tireless opponent, wait until you see me as a lover.”

“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.”

“No. You’re not overdressed.” She made a face. That was not what she was looking for. Perfect, gorgeous, or flawless was more her speed.

When she pulled back to gulp down another shaky breath, his lips didn’t miss a beat, trailing over her cheek until they were at her ear, whispering, “I… I’ve always been right about you, you know. You’re going to be nothing but trouble for me.”

“You killed him because he was going to hurt me?” “He touched my wife without permission,” he bit out. “I’d have killed him for less than that.

“Happy fucking birthday, Mrs. Silver,” Rowin said to her before spearing the knife right into Barrington’s ribs.

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

“It only seems easy because, somehow, I’ve started to like you, Rowin!” she told him. “Do you know how much of a travesty that is? When the last time I opened my heart to someone he… he…” “I am not him,” Rowin snarled. “I want to find him and flay all the flesh from his body and set him on fire for what he did to you. Don’t ever compare me to him.”

Genevieve was hit by a wave of gratitude toward her sister—for being the model daughter she never could have been. She wondered sometimes whether the pressure Ophelia had been under would have simply crushed her.

put a finger inside that beautiful pussy for me.”

That was when she noticed the golden hoop he had pierced through the head of his cock.

“My favorite is Grave.” Astoria grinned. “I want him to hate me like he hates everyone else. All the way through a mattress.”

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“You’d be right. Mortals are lucky. You live, you love, you die. Living forever just means there’s infinite time for people to inflict pain on you.”

“Are you not afraid of breaking your heart so much you won’t be able to put it back together? If you fall in and out of love so easy?” she wondered. “If there’s no risk in life, I don’t think it’s worth the journey,” he told her.

“Did you know there were ostriches in Hell?” Genevieve blurted out. Ellin lifted a brow. “Are those really what you want your last words to be?” “What about ‘I apologize that the world is about to be a lot duller’ instead?”

“While we’re on the topic, I’d like my tombstone to read, ‘Here lies Genevieve Silver. Unless you’re a grave robber. Then here lies someone much less fabulous.’”

“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.”

I’m convinced you were made by the King of Devils himself to torture me for my sins.”

“You’re such a self-centered bastard.” She scoffed at his presumption and poked a finger into his chest. “I deserve to be the center of my own story. I was not made for you.” “Truth, truth, lie,” he told her.

“I was not made for you,” she repeated, though it was much less convincing this time. “Then maybe I was made for you,” he implored,

“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.”

“You’re my favorite fucking flavor,” he murmured against her as his strokes became lazier, torturous. “Hell, I could stay here forever.”

“You’re the most stunning person I’ve ever seen.” The only thing she could think to say was, “Obviously.”

“I already told you once, Grave, she’s mine. You are not going to take her from me.”

“I’m glad you didn’t listen to me, when I told you to leave that first day,” he said. “No matter what happens, I need you to know that you’ve saved me.” “You’ve saved me too,”

“I am yours,” she vowed. “Take good care of my soul, alright?”

It is cruel that if your memories never come back that it would only be fair to let you go. The problem is, Genevieve, that I can’t. That I never will.

I will search for the rest of my eternity if I must, because it belongs to you already. I pledge it to you in my vows.

Our vows may have said “eternally,” but as I told you then, nothing is ever truly eternal. Except my longing for you.

“I want you to know, I really would have waited for you, right here, forever if that’s what it would have taken. I would have stood in this spot until I could no longer distinguish my own soul from the shadows. Until your light came back to me.”

“Does that mean… does that mean there are strings now?” “As many as you want, Mrs. Silver. And tie them down as tight as you’d like,” he told her.