War (The Four Horsemen, #2)

by Laura Thalassa

don’t understand why we have to ride horses when bikes exist. Bikes don’t get hungry or tired, they don’t shit, and they definitely don’t try to kick you because they’re temperamental bastards. Though, to be fair, an army of soldiers on bikes doesn’t exactly strike fear into the hearts of men.

“Do you feel anything?” I call out to him. “When you kill?” It’s time for my hourly reminder that War is a bad dude. He pauses, his back to me. “Yes.” I wait for him to say more. The silence stretches out. “I feel bloodlust and excitement, and a deep satisfaction at a job well done.”

“You don’t get both me and your precious battle,” I say.

Don't hold yer breath