Famine by Laura Thalassa

Chapter 57

“You little firebrand,” Famine says once we’re out of earshot. And then the wicked love of my life laughs. “Remind me never to cross you.”

Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, I’m beginning to shake. In response, the Reaper pulls me close.

“Are we really just going to leave him back there?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.

I’m beginning to feel the first tendrils of remorse. Or maybe it’s fear.

The Reaper gives me a look like I’m the most insane human he’s ever crossed paths with. “You stabbed him. Would you like to go back and see how forgiving Death is?”

A shiver works its way down my spine. “No thank you.” I’ve already died enough times today.

The two of us cut past our house, which looks a little worse for the wear, now that it’s endured several earthquakes and a supernatural storm. Famine doesn’t bother to slow. I barely get a moment to glance at it before we pass it by and head for the nearest road.

Oh God, we’re really doing this.

I take a deep breath, but there’s no bracing myself for all the traveling and killing that lies ahead of us.

“Where are we going?” I ask, dreading Famine’s answer.

There’s a long pause.

Then—

“We’re going to get my brothers. It’s time this ended, once and for all.”