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?”

“Try not to fall into too heavy a depression from my noticeable absence in your life.”

Im trying to have this type of confidence lol

His hazel eyes widened at the pleading expression on her face, glazing over ever so slightly, and she knew she was about to get her way.

But the golden hoop that was pierced through his full bottom lip and the hypnotizing gold of his eyes enticed Genevieve in a way that was sinful.

Besides, what was worse? Coming so close to everything she’d been wanting for so long and walking away like a coward—or dealing with another insufferable man?

“We were married, with Knox’s permission, and eventually went on to have our seven children: Gravington, Covington, Rowington, Remington, Sevington, Wellington, and Ellington.”

W h a t

Genevieve had to stop herself from giggling. All their names were utterly tragic.

“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.”

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

Sevin had eagerly requested a chocolate fountain but was quickly dismissed.

“And I won’t be showing you any mercy if you lay a finger on my wife.”

“I hate when people say that,” she told him. “It is something you’ve never seen before. Me. And I’m spectacular.”

The casual cruelness of honesty might be hard to hear, but the fact that he stood by his words was admirable, at least.

Legacies were a con. Genevieve would rather have her whole self than a part of any sort of legacy that treated people like that

“I’m sure there’s a lot of things you haven’t heard in two and a half centuries. Someone telling you that you’re fun. The sound of a lover’s climax⁠—”

“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.”

Watching his shadows work was fascinating, and she thought that she also might be an unbelievable lover if she had five extra pairs of hands.

Rowin has insisted that I let him and the others throw me their own sort of celebration tonight—mostly because there is no guarantee I will survive the next round of the Hunt so we can celebrate tomorrow. It’s morbid, but if there’s cake, I won’t complain.

“It’s time for you to get on your knees,” was all she managed to say. He steadied her on her feet and did exactly that. And she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t the most incredible sight she’d ever seen.

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

“You really are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?” She wasn’t sure if she should tell him that watching him get on his knees was the opposite of a punishment.

“You’re being a brat, again,” he murmured against her skin. “You can either listen or tell me to stop.”

Forget whatever I wrote earlier in my misguided youth. I hate him.

Why would anyone need an ostrich in Hell?

“Ah, yes, you’re right. I just died, you see. But I shall return to my post as the family jester right away.”

“Do you think it’s possible to love someone after only a few days?” “We’re certainly capable of hating someone in a short period of time—on sight, even. I don’t see why love should be any different,”

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

“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.”

She’d made fun of Ophie relentlessly for nearly dying over a hot Ghost with green eyes whom she’d only known for days. She definitely owed her sister an apology. Love did not give a single fuck about time.