Death (The Four Horsemen, #4)

by Laura Thalassa

“I was so intrigued at the thought of being your captive, Laz, I almost stayed put,” Death whispers against my ear. “But I have work to do.” I stiffen at the sound of his voice, panic flooding my veins. He’s broken free. “Maybe next time,” he adds, “you can be my captive.”

“We keep fighting this pull between us,” Death says. “There is no pull between us,” I say adamantly. “You are my enemy.” “Oh, there is a pull between us.” I glare down at him. “There isn’t.”

Death’s gaze gentles and he says softly, “Then come with me.” For a moment, the offer sounds unbearably good, like falling into bed after a long day.

My gaze returns to that strange couple on his armor. Now I do reach out and trace a finger over what I can see of the skeleton. Thanatos’s gaze drops to my finger. “Death and life, caught in an eternal embrace,” he explains. “They look like lovers,” I whisper. “They are lovers.” His eyes find mine, and I swear they can see straight to my soul.

When I don’t answer, Death continues, “I have wanted to take you from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he says. “It was the first human urge that ever rivaled my need to kill.”