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“Those men do not care that you are an innocent who stumbled into the arms of a demon.
She’d been called many disparaging things in her life. Alarmingly all beginning with the letter F. Flighty, foolish, forgetful, and, by a strange turn of events, she was finally able to add the final F. Fucked.
“Um, yes— The blood’s not great…but I was referring to the fact that you look like you were carved out of marble, and I just think that as a rule of thumb, inherently evil people should be grotesque-looking.”
“You just can’t kill people and be pretty. It’s confusing.” Evie began unwrapping the wool scarf her little sister, Lyssa, had given her on her last birthday, stepping closer to The Villain and holding it up like a signal of peace. “For the blood, Your Evilness.”
Shaking his head, a small dose of wonder in his eyes, he said, “You are chaos.”
“Normal” was for those who didn’t have the ability to stretch their minds past the unreachable end.
Must be comfortable and even supportive of arson, torture, murder. And must not scream when there is an occasional dead body lying across your desk.
Lmao
Don’t find torture attractive, Evie.
when you spend most of your life trying to see the sun, you begin to wish for rain.
Don’t let the boss quiver your insides, Evie.
his laughter.
“Bend over.”
“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.”
“Always keep your enemies close, Sage. Life’s more interesting that way.”
“Always the optimist, aren’t you, Sage?”
“I like anticipating the good—that way it’s easier to see it…even when the bad happens.”
“If we could all see the world through your eyes.”
Danger isn’t attractive, Evie; it’s scary. Or…it’s both,
“That thing is a sweet creature with the occasional temper tantrum.”
It was incredible how the amphibian only needed one word to irritate. It was a talent.
He sighed and tried to come back to who he was before this natural disaster of a person entered his hemisphere.
He was a puddle on the floor, and every speck of dust in that room was his enemy.
Loyalty was easy to acquire when the only other
option was death.
Sage, who said she’d torture someone for him.
“Please speak. It’s unsettling when you’re quiet.”
“I’m glad I didn’t explode.”
“The
feeling is mutual.”
Not the books. Anything but the books.
“No. I have a condition where my tear ducts produce an excess of warm, salty water when I’m tired or in distress.”
“Fluffy? You looked at me and thought to yourself, He looks like a Fluffy?”
she heard Rick cry out in pain. The Villain had his hand around her ex-lover’s shoulder, squeezing so tightly that she could see Rick’s face pinched and frightened as he tried to lean away. “Luck is something you will most certainly need if you ever bother her again.”
Don’t be obsessed with your boss’s face, Evie!
His brother raised Evie’s delicate hand, pressing his lips to the back of it. She laughed nervously, and Trystan wondered how his brother would continue to sling drinks once he severed that hand from his wrist and lobbed it across the room.
“You laughed.” “I know,” Trystan said, shaking his head, hoping to knock the building ache out of it. “You’re fucked.” Trystan shoved Malcolm into the doorway, hard, before walking through and calling out behind him, “Shut up.”
“No! We don’t eat friends; we talked about this!”
Its giving tairn and andarna
But I never understood people, not the way I understood animals.”
