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?”

“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.”

“My soul is your soul. My heart is your heart. My blood is your blood. Eternally,” Rowin told her.

“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.” Rowin advanced a step toward his brother, a dangerous smile playing on the edges of his lips. “And I won’t be showing you any mercy if you lay a finger on my wife.”

“I’m not sure I have any nightgowns that would be appropriate to wear in front of you,” she finally said. 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.”

“This game isn’t about hearts,” Rowin told her, a glint of something she couldn’t read in his eyes at her revelation. “Hearts can never truly be trusted, anyway.”

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

“Did you ever think about going to find her?” “Yes.” “Why didn’t you?” she pressed. Silence. Then, “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.”