The Whispering Dead (Gravekeeper, #1)

by Darcy Coates

I feel like I just finished running a marathon and my prize was getting hit by a train.

Someone had penciled seven words onto the back. Keira scrunched her mouth as she read them. DON’T TRUST THE MEN WITH FLAKY SKIN

“Always and forever, my sweet honey muffin.” “Ew. Please don’t ever call me that again.” Zoe’s cackling laugh blared over the phone. “Okay then, my bitter bran muffin, what can I do for you?”

“Y’know, for a while, I was worried you’d turn out to be a huge stick in the mud. But you’re actually really cool.” “No, sorry, your first assessment is probably pretty accurate.”