Death (The Four Horsemen, #4)

by Laura Thalassa

“Serious, beautiful Lazarus,” he murmurs. He studies my face like he wants to immortalize it in his mind. “You snatched my loneliness from me,” he breathes, “and I hope you never give it back.”

“To live is to die,” he adds. “That was the agreement you made when you came into this world. You cannot have one without the other.” Death stands. “All your life, all your suffering, all your loss—it was all for this.” He gestures to the dead around us, his wings spreading wide. “You all have been running towards me your entire life.”

“What should a sick bird do?” Thanatos’s brows come together. “I don’t underst—” “Get tweetment.”