Newly Undead In Dark River (Dark River Days, #1)

by Grace McGinty

I wasn't going to be obedient, I wasn't going to conform. I was going to be who I was supposed to be, the person I'd buried deep beneath social expectations. Because you only live once, well twice, and I wasn't going to spend eternity being a doormat.

“It’ll be fine, Raine. I won’t let you do anything you regret.” I scoffed. The last time someone had told me that, I’d ended up doing tequila shots out of the navel of a freshman at a frat party. I reassured myself that the tequila probably sterilized whatever gross belly button crud had been living there.

I had to go have my Council mandated therapy session with Nico, which I was pretty sure only involved us eating icecream and him mining my brain for pop culture references to add to his office of horror,