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A Adele cada vez le resulta ,as dificil acostumbrarse a la idea de eternidad que la vida de un vampiro tiene que pasar ¿ qu hacer con todo ese tiempo? y lo mas inquietante ¿ seguro que quiere compartirlo con Alan?
su creciente inseguridad respecto a Alan, y la cada vez mas frecuente presencia de Bea, el licano con el que siente un extraño vinculo, hacen tambalear los principios de la vida de A dele; con imprevisibles consecuencias...
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