Enchantra (Wicked Games, #2)

by Kaylie Smith

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

We’ll save each other.

“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.”

The two of them whipped their heads to the side to find Ellin, who looked intensely disturbed, and Sevin, who was grinning around the sucker in his mouth. And just behind them? Grave. A look of utter disgust on his face. Genevieve scowled right back at the man. As if he had any right to judge her. “Happy birthday, indeed,” Sevin said before giving their performance a slow clap and strutting away.

“Watching Covin swallow a knife as long as my forearm,” she lied. That incident had actually been extremely stressful and not at all something she cared to see again.

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

“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.”

you have to choose to live for yourself. You are the most real thing you’ll ever be able to experience. Your light. Your determination. You can search every corner of the universe for something else and it will never be enough if you’re trying to escape yourself. I don’t know who told you that you weren’t good enough, but they were fucking wrong. You’re more than good enough. Your heart is more than good enough. No matter how many times it has been burned. How many scars it might have. It will keep on beating, brave and passionate, if you will only let it.”

“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.”