War (The Four Horsemen, #2)

by Laura Thalassa

A monster of a man sits on his blood-red steed, a massive sword strapped to his back. There are gold rings in his dark hair and kohl thickly lines his eyes. His cheekbones are high and the scowl he wears makes him look absolutely petrifying.

“You’re wrong if you think that angers me.” His smile is menacing. “Everything you are has been made for me.”

“I saw you, and for the first time, I wanted.” His words pucker my flesh. “And so, I took.”

“I don’t want to be awake when you’re asleep. Talking with you reminds me of how lonely it is to exist.”