War (The Four Horsemen, #2)

by Laura Thalassa

“I forgot—you’re used to hotter climates,” I say. “I hear hell is particularly warm this time of year.”

“I got myself into that mess. Not you. Don’t be sorry for it. Besides, War won’t let me die, so …” So I get to be the little asshole that wrecks his plans. Kind of. I then have to make up for it in sexual favors that I enjoy more than I should.

A minute ago I was sure I was about to be ambushed; instead I’m getting propositioned. By a drunken horseman.