The Stalking Dead (Gang of Ghouls, #1)

by Eva Chase

Near-death experiences have this funny way of putting everything else in perspective. I almost kicked the bucket in five feet of murky marsh water when I was six, and compared to that, nothing at Lovell Rise College could be all that horrifying. Even if this was my first full day back in town after seven years in a mental hospital.

I felt the attention of all three of my men shift to me. They were my men—I’d been the leader of the Skullbreakers, and they’d been my closest colleagues as we built the gang together.

“We’re going to do right by you,” he said. “If that’s what you want right now, then that’s what we’ll give you. But we are going to be here when you need more than that, and I don’t think it’s going to be very long before you do.”

“No one but you. There never will be anyone else from now on. And I don’t mean just for enjoying ourselves. You’ve got my whole heart.”