Savannah Clarke fell into a peaceful sleep one night and woke up to a nightmare.
She'd gotten the boy she liked; her mother had fled the nest for the unseeable future; and she and her brother were growing closer than ever before. She should have known better - nothing stays the same in Riverdale.
As one mystery is solved, another is just unraveling, with the shooting of Fred Andrews feeling a little too coincidental to be passed off as a robbery gone wrong.
Pop Tate said it himself, "The Angel of Death had come to Riverdale", and Archie and his friends would stop at nothing until they had torn back the hood and unveiled the next mystery that plagued their small town.
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Iridescent - Jughead Jones [2]
Fanfiction❝She lights the lonely shadows with her iridescent heart.❞ [SEASON 2]