Until I Die (Die for Me)
Amy Plum
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 0062004050
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The internationally bestselling sequel to the paranormal romance Die for Me, which Aprilynne Pike, New York Times bestselling author of the Wings series, said "delivers a refreshingly human heroine alongside a hero truly deserving the title."
Kate and Vincent have overcome the odds and at last they are together in Paris, the city of love. Only, there isn't exactly a happily ever after with the revenants…. Vincent promises to do whatever it takes to lead a normal life with Kate. But will their happiness come at too high a price? If he doesn't sacrifice himself to save others, innocent people will die. When a new and surprising enemy reveals itself, Kate realizes that even more may be at stake—and that Vincent's immortality is in jeopardy.
In Die for Me, the first book of the trilogy, Amy Plum created a captivating story and unique mythology, causing Booklist to declare, "Move over, Bella and Edward." Now with Until I Die the saga continues, and as Kirkus said, "Plum handles the intrigue and builds tension, ending with a major cliffhanger that should compel readers to the final book in the trilogy."
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he’ll pass on the museum, but will accompany us for a few blocks since we’re going in the same direction he was heading.” We started toward the museum, a good twenty-minute walk away, carrying on our bizarre three-way chat for a couple of blocks before Vincent stopped abruptly. “What is it?” I asked, watching his face as he listened to words I couldn’t hear. “Gaspard sees something. We just have a couple of minutes. Come on,” Vincent said, and, taking my hand, began running down a small street
mansion.) Jean-Baptiste’s residence was home to our venerable host, Gaspard, Jules, Ambrose, Vincent, and, until tomorrow, Charles and Charlotte. After their move to Jean-Baptiste’s house near Cannes, two newcomers would arrive to take their place. “Okay. To avoid World War Three, I guess I can give the first dance to you. But if Vincent tries to cut in, you better be ready to draw your sword.” Jules patted the imaginary hilt at his waist, then took me in his arms and swept me to the middle of
came over to sit next to me. It had been only a few days since his last dormancy, and already the dark circles were starting to form under his eyes. His fatigue lent an air of fragility to his normally bursting-with-vitality demeanor. It made me want to protect him from whatever was hurting him. As if reading my mind, he eyed me carefully. “So . . . what’s the question?” Tearing my eyes from his face, I glanced back at the page for inspiration. “So I’m reading about the Resistance fighters who
you found at your Papy’s place. The Immortal Love one. Gaspard actually has a copy of it, but it’s missing. Do you happen to have it?” I felt my face redden. Damn! Once I had gotten what I needed from it, I had totally forgotten about the book. Why can’t I just tell her? Because I’d look like a thief. “No,” I answered. “Paris’s revenants use Jean-Baptiste’s collection like a lending library: They never leave a note when they take things. It’s so frustrating!” Violette actually stomped her foot
helmet, but I know it’s him—he’s got on the same leather jacket he wore at the café yesterday.” I struggled to look past her, but she pushed me backward. “Shh!” she insisted, even though we were yards out of his hearing range. “He’s driving the motorcycle slowly to the end of the block. He’s getting off and walking the bike backward onto the sidewalk. Holy cow—he looks like he’s hiding!” Georgia’s commentary was beginning to sound hysterical. “What do you mean ‘hiding’?” I pushed her out of the