The Dead Whispers
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Cold, demanding silver eyes. Hushed words, a strange attraction to the dark. That's all it takes for Remington Crosse to be dragged into a whole new world. Her past will be dug up from underneath her feet and she'll be forced to reveal her secrets. Just how long will it take for Remington to lose control; of herself, her mind, and her heart? The desire to get back what belongs to her is unbearable, but what exactly does she own? Is Remington willing to do anything it takes to get it back in her hands?
* Major character death. Gore is also described in detail.
** The name of the story is still being decided between The Dead Whispers and The Dead Winter.
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