Famine (The Four Horsemen, #3)

by Laura Thalassa

“You tucked me in,” I say, shocked. “Is that supposed to mean something?” Again with that gruff, angry voice.

“Visiting me with that woman—the one who tried to sell you.” His words drip with disdain. “And where should I have been?” I ask, casting aside a bronze vambrace. “With me.”

Famine’s eyes settle on mine for a moment. “Do not read into this.” Oh, I’m planning on reading the entire fucking series of Famine Acting Abnormally Kind and What it Means.