“Oh, hell no! You can't read a book at a bar, Romy.” Talia’s words startle me, and I knock my book off the table as I turn to look at her...

The shot glass wobbles in my hand as I lift it to my lips. Hadley grins at me, her white-toothed smile practically glowing in the black...

I study myself in the full-length mirror, taking in what has become my standard apocalypse attire. It's what I like to call business up...