The Villain Who Wasn’t (CARNIVAL OF MYSTERIES) by Liv Rancourt EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Liv Rancourt
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Corbin Blande. He’d always hated the name, so he deleted it,
quickly and thoroughly. Bank account, credit cards, social media;
all of them gone.
Now he called himself Micah. Micah Jenkins. Wasn’t his true
name, but he liked it well enough. He’d ditched his true name when
he left home, and to be honest, he didn’t miss either.
Home was a memory he kept locked in a box that he never
intended to open.
He hadn’t been able to ditch his gift as easily. He was a
polymorph, a therianthrope, a rare being who could shift into any
form, human or animal. Because of his gift, he’d been stuck playing
the role of Corbin Blande, in all his slick-haired, pretentious glory.
Micah had done some shitty things in his past, but those months as
Corbin were the worst.
Fortunately, his gift allowed him to walk away—with a clean
slate, even.
Or a clean-adjacent slate. Nearly clean?
Something.
“Adios, asshole,” he murmured, tossing a trash bag full of
Corbin’s hair product and grooming bullshit into a dumpster. He’d
already bundled the suits – Boss, Tom Ford, and Armani, thank you
very much – and dropped them at Goodwill. Donated the shoes and
boots, too. Corbin Blande had been such a slimy fucker that Micah
didn’t want any traces of him left around.
Didn’t want to be reminded of what he’d had to do while he’d
lived as Corbin Blande.
He climbed into a glossy black Porsche, adjusted his shades, and
pulled out into the midmorning traffic. Corbin’s very last act would
be to give his car to someone who needed it more—or at least
needed the cash it would bring. Micah had the license and
registration for an older CR-V, one he’d pick up later. The thought of
driving that old Honda gave him an unexpected sense of coming
home.
“Home? It’s a car, you weird fucker.” Hitting the gas, he grinned
at no one because hell, maybe the car was his home. “I guess if I’m
talking to myself, at least I know someone’s listening.”
He had a whole lot more chances to talk to himself than he ever
did other people. As Corbin Blande, he’d had associates instead of
friends. Even with his ex… aw no, not gonna think about Jessie right
now.
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