“Every single one of us horsemen was given a woman. You are mine.”
“Given?” I echo, grimacing. I take issue with that phrasing.
He laughs again at my expression, the sound of it—
This is what euphoria sounds like.
“You look about the same as I did when I learned this. If it makes you feel any better, I was given to you as well.”
The literal embodiment of death was given to me as a husband? That should sound terrifying, but right now, straddled on his lap with his absurdly pretty face mere inches from mine, I am not nearly as disappointed as I should be.
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