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I wanted the quiet life—coffee on the front porch reading a good book—kind of life. And when it came to danger, or any type of confrontation, whether from former boyfriends or nasty pink faeries, I tried to avoid it. This time though? I couldn’t escape it. I’m being dragged toward danger by a handsome, jerk of a werewolf who calls himself Evander.
It doesn’t matter what I say to Evander, what I have or haven’t done, it only matters what I have in my possession—a key. And because this stupid hunk of metal, my death awaits me.
In order to bring an end to this bullshit, I must convince Evander to help me. With his help, I can absolve my name. If not, then death for me is certain.
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