Enchantra (Wicked Games, #2)

by Kaylie Smith

Hell was made of swirling darkness and secrets just like the man in front of her.

“Love. Loathing. Same passion, different names,” he told her. “And how easily and swiftly the line can be blurred, don’t you think?”

“No,” she seethed. “I don’t think it will ever be anything but crystal clear to me that I hate you.” Leaning down slowly, until his lips were right next to her ear, he said, “Prove it.”

“You and your bride can sleep in peace tonight, but the moment the Hunt begins, you will not be getting any mercy from me. So I suggest you take Covin’s advice and thoroughly enjoy the masquerade.”

“And I won’t be showing you any mercy if you lay a finger on my wife.”

“I hate when people say that,” she told him. “It is something you’ve never seen before. Me. And I’m spectacular.”

“If he upset you, I think it’s important for you to remember that, as your husband, it’s my job to defend your honor.”

“Why?” she pleaded. “Why?” “You’re a creature from Hell,” Farrow told her. “And you deserve to burn like one.”

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

“I need to feel you worship me.” He smirked. “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.” “Fuck,” Genevieve cried.

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

Let yourself fall in love. Let yourself fall out of it. You never know when you could lose someone and not have the opportunity to do so again. Believe me.”

“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.”