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Nevermore
β Scribed by Nell Stark and Trinity Tam
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 152 KB
- Series
- Everafter 2
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
SUMMARY:
A coup. A plague. A falling soul. In this sequel to everafter, Valentine Darrow and Alexa Newland are separated when Alexa is caught in the middle of a Wereshifter civil war halfway around the world. Meanwhile, a mysterious disease begins to ravage the shifter population of New York City. Unable to reach Alexa to warn her, Val must penetrate the darkest secrets of the Consortium in a race against time to save her lover and friends. Will Alexa be able to avoid the clutches of a powerful Were who wants to use her as bait? And in Alexa's absence, will Valentine be able to resist the powerful temptation of her growing thirst?
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