Assistant to the Villain (Assistant to the Villain, #1)

by Hannah Nicole Maehrer

“Nothing in there was worth anything, not as— It wasn’t important.”

Oh baby

So much so that her lips accidentally brushed his shoulder, and the shock of it must have repulsed him, because he stumbled so hard, he nearly dropped her.

THIS YEARNERBOY

Something about his name on her lips must have triggered an unpleasantness, because she caught sight of the fist of his ungloved hand tightening, his knuckles turning white.

IM SICK

“You laughed.” “I know,” Trystan said, shaking his head, hoping to knock the building ache out of it. “You’re fucked.”

Insert smoking duck gif

It hurt me. He wondered if it would scar her for life if he threw himself from the window.

LMAOOOOO

“What were you going to say, love?” he whispered, smiling crookedly as he ran a hand down her soft cheek.

BITCH

He was ruined. But he loved her anyway.

Omfg.

Trystan allowed himself just a moment to angle his head into the crook of her neck before he made a vow. That he’d never tell her.

IM SICK

Trystan had just wanted to enjoy that moment with her, where he could pretend that he was good, that he was hers. He could still feel her warmth around him, and he savored it, the memory of it, knowing it was all he was allowed to have. Because women like Evie Sage didn’t end up with The Villain.