Pestilence (The Four Horsemen Book 1)

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.”

And this is not touching on what you mean to me.”

My breath hitches.

“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.”

, falling asleep is a troubling experience—but it is oddly enjoyable when you have someone to hold onto—”

Color rises in my cheeks.

“—and my favorite person is you.”

“I cannot let my feelings get in the way of my task.”

Of course he can’t.

“But it is kind of you to care about my feelings, no matter your motives,” he adds

Well, in the case that you eventually do, you should know it’s not wrong, and it’s definitely not something to feel guilty about.”