They are here. They ride. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
His name is Ares, and the fate of mankind rests on his powerful shoulders. If he falls to the forces of evil, the world falls too. As one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, he is far stronger than any mortal, but even he cannot fight his destiny forever. Not when his own brother plots against him.
Yet there is one last hope. Gifted in a way other humans can’t – or won’t – understand, Cara Thornhart is the key to both this Horseman’s safety and his doom. But involving Cara will prove treacherous, even beyond the maddening, dangerous desire that seizes them the moment they meet. For staving off eternal darkness could have a staggering cost: Cara’s life.
“…and horror of horrors, he realized that he was experiencing some sort of a crush. He needed to kill something.”
“This is needle-in-haystack shit. And the haystack is made of needles. On a needle planet.”
“He thought it was funny that she could hack a bloodthirsty demon to death, but something as natural as having a baby made her quake. Not that Kynan blamed her. He’d happily choose taking a bullet to the gut over squeezing a bowling ball out of his ass. Women were amazing.”
“And, ah, who are you? What Horseman, I mean.”
Thanatos swung around. “Death.”
Cara swallowed. Audibly. “As in, the Grim Reaper?”
He snorted. “That poser.”
“You know I could crush you.”
“I know you won’t.”
“Why, because I need to protect you?”
“No,” She poked him in the breastplate. “Because you gave me a pillow.”
“You two have a lot of balls coming here.”
Kynan gestured to Arik. “He does. I’m charmed. Nothing can hurt me. Or my balls.”
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