Enchantra (Wicked Games, #2)

by Kaylie Smith

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

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

“You’re a Demon. I wish I’d never met you. And now you’ll fucking burn.”

“My soul is your soul. My heart is your heart. My blood is your blood. Eternally,”

“You’re a Demon. I wish I’d never met you. And now you’ll fucking burn.”

“She’s mine,” Rowin snarled, his shadows beginning to swirl in the air around him. “Whatever you might think of that, whatever problem you have with it, if you ever try to touch her again, I will make the rest of your eternal life even more fucking miserable than it already is.”

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

“Nothing is eternal. Except for the fact that you’ve ruined me.

My soul is your soul. My blood is your blood. Eternally.

“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.”

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