Rise of the Lich Sentinel (D'Vaire, Book 5)
β Scribed by Kingley, Jessamyn
- Book ID
- 110205080
- Year
- 2017
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 161 KB
- Series
- DβVaire 5
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B077PFR693
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Swamped with guilt over nearly every decision heβs ever made, Arch Lich Chander Daray spends all his time escaping into books and keeping too busy to think. The last thing he wants is to find his other half. In pursuit of freedom for their people Gavrael and Gedeon DβVaire ask him for help and Chander is happy to oblige. After their leader is summoned to begin the process of bringing the sentinels into the Council of Sorcery and Shifters, Chander is horrified to find out that they are mates. From the moment Lich Sentinel Alaric was resurrected, he has been spellbound to care for the sentinels. Hunger burns and exhaustion runs deep, but Alaric has no choice but to put his own needs aside. When he meets his mate, Alaric is helpless to do anything more than visit occasionally. Chander offers to seal their matebond in name only and Alaric jumps at the chance. His spell is discovered and Chander breaks him free but still wants nothing do with him. Will they ever find a way to come together or will life tear them apart?
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