The Death Club (Dead Men Walking, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

But then I liked a lot of things I wasn’t supposed to, like killing and maiming and My Little Pony.

Why did I buy myself a useless little mouse?” I gasped in anger, slapping him hard across the face, enough to make his head wheel sideways. “Yes,” he hissed excitedly. “I’m not a fucking mouse,” I spat. “I’m a unicorn.” “Sure ya are,” he drawled sarcastically.