The Death Club (Dead Men Walking, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

“Who are you?” I demanded, chin high, spirits low.

all is fair in death and chaos - and if my time has come to pass, let me go with a blade in my hand, and without any class.

Anastasia was still hanging from my arm like a used condom stuck on the side of a dumpster and

I hated that I wasn’t over that night. Was it always going to torture me? Did I have to relive it for the rest of my life? Forever and ever and ever until I was nothing but dust and bad memories? Ohhh, I don’t want to be butt dust.