Enchantra (Wicked Games, #2)

by Kaylie Smith

Inside, nestled against a black velvet cushion, was a thin golden cuff. Between a line of white diamonds on one side and black diamonds on the other, there was an inscription. The light is wherever you are. “Here,” he said, taking the bracelet from the box to help her clasp it around her wrist. She launched herself into him, throwing her arms around his neck. His arms came sweeping in around her, crushing her body into his as he pressed his face into her hair. “Thank you,” he told her. “For visiting her with me.” She nodded. She understood. When mortals had to watch their loved ones grow sick and die, such experiences were usually over months or years. She could not imagine what it would be like to watch over an eternity. He pulled back from her, just enough to press a sweet, lingering kiss against her mouth. “Rowin?” she said as they started back down the hall. “Yes?” But before she could say anything else, an agonized scream echoed through the castle.