Famine (The Four Horsemen Book 3)

I can’t believe I’m doing this—that we’re doing this. A retired prostitute and her apocalyptic boyfriend.

Life is strange.

The Reaper’s lips quirk. “Little flower, don’t you know? I happen to enjoy it when you pee on my boots, and you sing songs off-key, and when I wake up to your atrocious morning breath—you know, you also fart in your sleep.”

Jesus.

“This is the worst proposal I have literally ever heard,” I say.

“Because around you,” he says, “I feel the oddest urge to use my power to create rather than destroy.”