Hench (Hench, #1)

by Natalie Zina Walschots

“Self-deprecation has splash damage.”

“Well, they have a much higher mortality rate. You date a hero? You’re their best friend? Their mom? The uncle who raised them? You’re getting kidnapped three times a week, easy.” I chuckled. “True.” “’Course it is. When’s the last time a villain’s fiancée was spirited away from their engagement party and tied to the front of a speeding train for ransom?”

“Look. My point is, it’s irrelevant.” “What is?” “What my precise feelings are. I have a course of action and I am going through with it. The exact definition of my feelings doesn’t matter; what they compel me to do, that matters.”