Enchantra (Wicked Games, #2)

by Kaylie Smith

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

Like all this time she’d thought she’d been breathing clean air, but now she realized the smoke had just taken a while to suffocate her.

Its ceiling was a mosaic of the night sky, encrusted with what she’d like to assume were diamonds for the glittering stars. The top halves of each wall were covered in jewel-toned murals of the Italian countryside. Shining foil details highlighted the strokes of the swirling clouds and flowering trees. The bottom halves were adorned with the most intricate wainscoting she’d ever seen, the molding painted a rich midnight blue.

“Can’t I marry one of the others instead?” she suggested. “No,” Rowin stated. “This was my idea. Therefore, you’re mine. If anyone is winning freedom from the Hunt, it’s me.”

I am so fucked up, she thought.

“I’ve really enjoyed the one where I ask you to do something, and you simply refuse to fucking do it.”

“Don’t get caught up on the eternal part. Nothing is truly eternal. Not even when you wish it were.”

“Hearts are not ruled by logic or loyalty. They can easily betray you.”

“Sometimes I think it’s best not to chase after things. Sometimes all we can do is let them go and hope they come back on their own.”

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

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

“But for whatever time you remain in my bed, I will make it your shrine.”

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 deserve to be the center of my own story. I was not made for you.” “Truth, truth, lie,” he told her.

“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.”