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

by Hannah Nicole Maehrer

“Normal” was for those who didn’t have the ability to stretch their minds past the unreachable end.

Granted, she didn’t want to become evil, but when you spend most of your life trying to see the sun, you begin to wish for rain.

That familiar, annoying buoyancy whirled through him, making him feel vile things like joy and the unmistakable need to laugh.

He cursed again, gripping the windowsill until his knuckles turned white, but his heart wouldn’t slow. As if insisting on reminding him that he had one.

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

But he was so happy to see her. What an obscene, unnecessary emotion, but there it was. He was happy… How positively vile.

I feel like my life keeps happening to me, rather than me living it.”

From the moment he’d met her, he thought of her like the sun. Bright and vibrant, untouchable.

Being desperate to make others happy, to feel like she’d earned her place in the world by the standards of another.