Apprentice to the Villain (Assistant to the Villain, #2)

by Hannah Nicole Maehrer

Whether their attraction was mutual or not, the boss was clearly too weighed down by professionalism to act on any lurid thoughts, and she’d just have to live with that. The way one lived with a fork through a lung.

There was no emotion in his voice when he said, “Does your mind live in the gutter?” She shook her head, tapping a finger against her lips. “No, but it rents there on occasion.”

He’d gone far too long without bedding a woman; it was the only reasonable explanation for losing control of himself so thoroughly. It had been six excruciating months of abstaining.

Please, please don't predictably fuck the next person you see, who isn't Evie just to try to detach yourself. It's SO cliche!

A tragic inheritance, seeing your mother’s flaws crop up within yourself and having the awareness to know it but no idea how to stop it.

That's Deep

It felt like there were two versions of herself at war. One who was screaming at the top of her lungs with rage and anger and the other sitting quietly, hurting deeply, waiting for someone to notice. To care.

When someone revealed themselves to be something worse than what you thought, you were then tasked with sorting through what good parts within them were real, if any.

It had occurred to her many times over that “impossible” was merely a word people used to describe limitations they wished for you to adhere to, so you wouldn’t upset the balance.

Love shriveled and disappeared differently, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, but she realized now that it was the most brutal, the most painful, when it was abandoned.