Pestilence (The Four Horsemen Book 1)

“How did you find me?” I ask.

“I never left you.”

My brows furrow.

“Come now, Sara,” he says at my confusion, “I wasn’t just going to let you slip out of my life that easily. I’m far too stubborn and not nearly noble enough.”

“But you do want to be with me,” he insists. “You called me love.”

Pestilence’s love for me might not save human lives. It might end them all the faster.

“You have managed what no one else has: you have awoken my heart. So, no, Sara, of all the words I’d use to describe you, fascinating would definitely be one of them.”

cannot decide if you are a toxin or a tonic,” he says, lifting a hand to my cheek. “Only that you plague my thoughts and fill my veins.”

what minutes I have left—they are yours. I am yours.”

Still haven’t figured out the contraception issue, I think lazily.

Pestilence brushes a kiss along my temple.

He’d make a good dad.

Can’t believe I just had that thought …

Isn’t your job to put out fires, not—”

What shall come to pass is to be seen. One thing is certain: I cannot stay away from you.”

“Sara, you only have good sides. I’m saying this because each moment with you is my new favorite.”