Pestilence személy

We’re tolerating each other despite openly hating each other’s guts. It’s an odd relationship, but since he refuses to die and he won’t kill me, we’re stuck with each other.

Again, I don’t know whether him saving me is a kindness or a curse.
It’s obviously a curse, you dumb bimbo. He ain’t saving you to romance your ass.

Chapter 9

“For good or for ill,” he says over his shoulder, “I have been indelibly changed by you.”

Chapter 30

“I understand alcohol, but I do not understand coffee, and I most definitely do not understand tea.”

Chapter 31

[…] each moment with you is my new favorite.

Chapter 41

“Were you born with all your organs intact?” he responds.
I can’t see his face, so I have no way of knowing where he’s going with this question.
“Yes…” I say cautiously.
“Good,” he responds, “then I expect you to use the one beneath your skull.”

He’s like the most aggressive form of my already most hated male combo: the hot asshole.

Chapter 6

I got Pestilence shitfaced.
That much is clear by the time I’m done bathing. I find him sprawled out on the couch, the now nearly-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, his glass nowhere to be found.
When a horseman falls, he falls hard.
His head rolls to me. “You were right,” he says, holding up the bottle. “My mind is altered.”

Chapter 21

“I 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.”
Pestilence really could work on his compliments.

Chapter 25

“This is not lust I feel, dear Sara. And I hope you are half as frightened of it as I am.”

Chapter 25