Enchantra (Wicked Games, #2)

by Kaylie Smith

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

But Enchantra was not made of gold. Just ruthless Silvers.

“She’s mine,” Rowin snarled,

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

“He touched my wife without permission,”

“What is your type?” “Sadistic and unavailable,” he muttered.

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

“Did you know there were ostriches in Hell?” Genevieve blurted out. Ellin lifted a brow. “Are those really what you want your last words to be?”

“Hello, trouble.”