“I’m still human,” I murmur. I’m always going to be part of the problem in the horseman’s eyes. “Yes,” War says. “You are painfully human. Your bones want to break, your skin wants to bleed, your heart wants to stop. And for the first time ever, I am desperate for none of those things to happen. I have never known true fear until now.” The admission is so raw, so cutting, that I pull back from him a little, just to drink his expression in.
