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October 9 - October 11, 2025
“Normal” was for those who didn’t have the ability to stretch their minds past the unreachable end.
“My first what, you little tornado?” “Your first joke.” He grunted and opened his mouth to speak, looking quite outraged, if she were being honest. “Of all the—” He paused to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Sage, do you honestly think me incapable of humor?” “Of course I don’t think that,” she said earnestly. “You hired me.”
“I’ll remind you that, at your bequest, I haven’t actually killed an intern in several months.” Evie shook her head hopelessly. “Sir, I hate to belittle your successes, but there are people who go their entire lives without killing anyone.” His face remained serious. “How dull.”
He was a puddle on the floor, and every speck of dust in that room was his enemy.
“But if there is ever a time when you decide you do not want him existing in the same world as you are, I hope you know, I will enjoy destroying him.”
“By the gods, sir! If you insist on continuing to sneak up behind me like that, I’m going to force you to wear a bell.”
You see, I have my monthly cycle.” One of the knights choked, and she was pretty sure another dropped his sword on his foot. Women’s tears scared men, but the functions of the female body clearly sent them into apoplectic fits. She continued, resisting a chuckle.
Leave it to his assistant to completely disarm him in her misunderstanding.
Evangelina Celia Sage was woven into his being; in the blink of his eyes, in the crinkle of his smile, in his rusty unused laughter, she was there. From the moment he’d met her, he thought of her like the sun. Bright and vibrant, untouchable.
“Oh my— My father is a monster, and my mother’s abandoned me. Of course I’m evil now! That’s, like, every villain’s origin story, right?”
“Please, I beg you. I will do anything you ask, anything you want. Anything, if you’ll spare her. Just please—I beg you to spare her.” When Trystan, The Villain, dropped to his knees, Evie cried. “I. Beg. You.”
