Accomplice to the Villain (Assistant to the Villain, #3)

by Hannah Nicole Maehrer

“Tatianna, I need you to look in on Bradley in our finance department.” Tatianna pouted and folded her arms. “Why?” “He fell down the stairs.” She gaped, tucking a braid behind her ear. “How?” “I pushed him.”

Oh Trystan <3

It was a reasonable assessment—which pissed him off. And strangely made his insides warm. Which…pissed him off more.

“The receding hairline is hereditary, then, I suppose.”

Becky needed to go to a quiet room where everything made sense and no one said anything absurd for five to thirty-five minutes.

Nothing good came from venturing away from the confines of one’s couch.

I had to tiptoe my way through childhood for fear of upsetting you, and now I try to move through the world without making a sound.”

“My girlhood was stolen from me.” She couldn’t believe she was admitting this, that she was brave enough to look her mother in the eyes and say, “And though you were not the thief, you did not do anything to stop it from happening.

It reminded Gideon that the world should always be wary of a king who boasts and instead pay attention to the misfits and outcasts. They usually had far more important things to say yet far less opportunity to say them.

“Touch a single finger on her hand, and I’ll remove yours one by one and shove them up your nose,” he said roughly.

The problem with change was in its novelty. The desire for it was often plain, but every inch closer to things altering made it all the more real.

But any ailment of the heart could be ignored, or at the very least forgotten for a little while, when an open book sat before you, pages lined with nothing but new possibilities.

Brothers are a punishment from the gods to test one’s patience.

For a split second, they were not Villain nor Assistant nor Apprentice nor Accomplice. They were Trystan and Evie, exactly as they could’ve been in a different life, with rules that were fair and lives that were without pain, without struggles for power.

“Happiness is a fruitless endeavor. I make a point to avoid it at all costs.”