“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 and Anna. While Talia’s pale rose hair, septum piercing, tattoos, and tough New Yorker attitude might intimidate some, they didn’t work on me. Glaring, I pick up my copy of The Vampire’s Mail Order Bride from the floor of Valkyrie. “If there is any alcohol on this, you owe me a new one,” I say. “And for your information, I wasn't going to r

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 light illuminating her living room. It’s girls’ night. Except, Nina and Taylor bailed. I’m starting to think Hadley planned it this way, however with the alcohol kicking in, I can’t remember why that should worry me. In the background, some old school Britney song is playing. Hadley always chooses the throwbacks when she’s in charge of the mu

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 top and party down below. My icy, blonde hair has grown since my last hair appointment and is finally long enough to pull into an artfully styled bun. My full, red lips are painted to perfection, and my generous curves are carefully concealed beneath a structured, black blazer. But that's where the prim and proper Hadley Bowman ends. Below th