Pestilence (The Four Horsemen, #1)

by Laura Thalassa

It’s obviously a curse, you dumb bimbo. He ain’t saving you to romance your

“Must you spread plague?”

expect you to use the one beneath your skull.”

lmaooo

Pride is a lonely soldier, seeing out his watch when there’s no one else there to care.

His arm rests almost possessively around me, further securing me to him.

I need to fuck him

After I put Pestilence’s crown on my head (motherfucking queen right here), I hook my arms under his shoulders.

“You took care of me the same way you did your humans,”

I catch Pestilence studying my face, his eyes bright with what looks like desire.

“You have already altered my mind. I wish to alter it back.”

“Come back to me, Sara,” he repeats. “Please.”

“Sara, I don’t know how many minutes you get or I get, but I do know I want to spend them all with you.”

“Missed you so much,” he says between kisses. “Love is unendurable when it spoils.”

“Earth has given me a smart woman and she has given me a

“Pray for the world, dear Sara. War is coming.”