War (The Four Horsemen #2) - Laura Thalassa Page 0,89
that face. And maybe to even touch him. I may not like the guy, but I think I’m addicted to him.
The horseman stops when he gets to my side. His stares at me for several seconds.
“Wife,” he says. I cannot tell what he’s thinking.
“War.”
He gives me a slight nod and takes off again. I follow him to the front of the procession, feeling the eyes of the entire army on us. And then they’re behind us and it’s just me and War and the endless road ahead of us.
The horseman is the first one to speak.
“If we’re to be married, we have to get along.”
“We’re not married,” I say for the five billionth time.
“We are.”
Exasperating man!
“You had a dead man tackle me!” Okay, maybe I am still a little ticked about my walk back to camp. I have a fucking right to be. I smelled like a corpse for two entire days.
“You wouldn’t listen,” he says.
“No, it was you who wouldn’t listen!” I say, my voice rising. Oh yeah, I am so ready to jump back into the arena and fight this man. “You’re so used to commanding people that you think you can command me too.”
“Of course I can.”
I’d throttle War if I could get away with it.
“That’s not how marriage works,” I say, trying to simmer my emotions back down. “At least, not a good marriage—and you want this to be a good marriage, don’t you?”
Why am I even trying to reason with him?
He gives me a long look. “Of course I do, wife.”
“Then you need to listen to me and you need to respect my opinions.” It’s the two most obvious rules of marriage, and yet War is completely unaware of them.
“And you need to respect my will,” he fires back. “As my wife, you should be obedient the few times I demand it of you.”
Obedient?
I’m seeing red.
“Fuck it. I want a divorce.”
“No.”
“I’m not going to be obedient—hell, you don’t even want me to be obedient. I know you don’t.” He’s clearly been around too many misogynists.
War runs a hand down his face, one of the rings he wears catching the light. “Feel like I’m being beaten with my own blade,” he mutters. “Fine. I will try to be more … respectful. To your opinions … even when they are absurd.”
I glare at him.
“And I will listen to your soft mortal wants. But in exchange, you must listen to my will when I give it.”
“I will listen to it,” I say.
I just might not go along with it.
“Good.” He looks pleased.
I just give him a look.
This is going to be a long ride.
I’ve abandoned my rules. The ones for surviving the apocalypse. I don’t know when it happened—whether I left them back in Ashdod, or if they traveled all the way to Arish before I forsook them.
I only know that each one no longer applies to surviving the apocalypse now that I’m stuck with one of the horsemen orchestrating it.
The only rule I still fall back on is Rule Five: Be brave. Every single waking second of my day consists of me trying to be brave when all I really want to do is shit myself and hide.
Unfortunately, out here in the barren desert, there’s nowhere to hide.
It’s a long, lonely ride. The road we take is surrounded by uninterrupted desert. And even though I know that the ocean lingers off to my right, the highway is inland enough that I don’t usually catch glimpses of that blue water.
The summer sun cruelly beats down on the two of us, and for all the time we’ve been riding, we might’ve gone two kilometers … or two hundred. It’s impossible to say.
The only real way I can tell we’re making progress is by the few landmarks we pass—an abandoned house, a barren outpost, a trough of water next to a hand-pump well. Oh, and of course, the few fishing villages we pass by, a cluster of carrion birds circling above them.
Eventually, the sun dips down ahead of us, and War chooses a place for us and our horses to rest.
After the two of us get a fire going, I begin to fry up dinner. This trip, War’s packed a skillet and some salted meat to cook. I stare at the strips of meat after I lay them out. The sight of them twists my stomach. It looks too much like all those humans whose bodies were ripped open during battle.
Next to me, the horseman sits on his haunches, staring