
Description
I’m dead. No, literally.
Like… my sister killed me and I’m now confined to the very house where she took my life. The kicker? My best friends, whom she thinks are her mates, are now staying in the house to help her pack up, prepare for my funeral, and live their happily ever after with a murderer. That is, until I find out that they can see me. Feel me. Touch me. And that the only reason I’m dead is because my sister knew these men were mine. Well, men isn’t the right term for the Grim Reaper, Chaos himself, and...
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