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?”

He smirked. “Are words the only claws you’ve got?” “Come closer and let’s see,” she crooned. Rowin made to step forward, but Barrington raised a hand between them and barked, “Enough.”

She’d always want to be found. No matter how many times she ran away.

She wrinkled her nose at him. “Stop calling me trouble.” “Stop causing it.” “Or you could just join me in causing it,” she crooned.

“Do not get any closer.” “Or what?” Grave barked. “All of this over a girl you don’t even⁠—” “She’s mine,” Rowin snarled, his shadows beginning to swirl in the air around him.

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

“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.”

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

“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.”