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mother’s voice echoed in her head. Worry not, hasibsi. You could fix a broken world with just your smile.
Trystan Arthur Maverine, or more affectionately known to the public as The Villain, tapped his long fingers against his sleek black desk.
He was a puddle on the floor, and every speck of dust in that room was his enemy.
“I would, you know. Torture someone,” she clarified, an alarming sincerity on her face. “If I knew it would help you—if it was someone hurting you… I’d do it and I’d probably enjoy it just a little.” With that, she spun on her heel, her sunny dress offsetting the weight of her words.
stray “ribbit” from the carriage caught Lyssa’s attention as she leaned past both Evie and The Villain to look. Her face scrunched, but her young eyes were delighted. “Is that frog wearing a crown?” Evie and her boss turned back toward the carriage. Kingsley was holding another of his signs, this one reading Halp.
“There’s no need to overreact, little tornado. It’s just a name.”
He wondered if it would scar her for life if he threw himself from the window.
