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.