Enchantra (Wicked Games, #2)

by Kaylie Smith

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

Then she did the only other thing she could think of: she bit him. In the ass.

He snorted. “Whatever you have wouldn’t be anything I haven’t seen before.” “I hate when people say that,” she told him. “It is something you’ve never seen before. Me. And I’m spectacular.”

Manners must be a lost art in Hell

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

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

Genevieve wasn’t sure how one was supposed to dress to go to Hell, but pink was a fitting color for any occasion.

“If there’s no risk in life, I don’t think it’s worth the journey,”

Love did not give a single fuck about time.

She knew how easy it would be for him to take every shortcut at any given opportunity, to will whatever he or her sister wanted into existence with just a single thought. But taking the extra time to do even the simplest of things, especially when they might be unpleasant, was how he loved Ophelia.

“Before you, I was going to spend my eternity alone, in the darkest parts of Hell. I’d much rather spend a single lifetime in your light.

“Wonderful.” Ophelia nodded. “Because now I’m going to throttle you, Genevieve Lila Grimm⁠—” “Well, it’s Silver, now.” Genevieve winced. “Yes! Because you got married,” Ophelia huffed. “Are you mad? I don’t care if it was for survival. I missed your wedding!”