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To Die For

A Die for Me Novella

To Die For (Revenants, #6)

Amy Plum

Copyright © 2021 by Amy Plum

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To Die For / Amy Plum—1st edition

ISBN print book: 978-2-9575891-2-8

Also by Amy Plum

The Die for Me Series

Die for Me

Until I Die

If I Should Die

Die for Her

Die Once More

Inside the World of Die for Me

After the End

Until the Beginning

(a duology)

Dreamfall

Neverwake

(a duology)

Chapter One

The first time I died, it was by bullets. Totally my fault.

I had instigated a gun battle, having ratted on my mom’s abusive, drug-dealing boyfriend—Frankie—hoping it would get him out of our lives. Instead, it got him dead...along with me and my brother. I was thirteen at the time.

Remember that. It’s important.

The second time I died, it was arrow through the forehead. Six months later. Again...totally my fault. I threw a knife at Violette—the undead evil overlord who had ensured my thirteen-year-old corpse animated as an immortal bad guy. (Stick with me. I promise to explain.) My knife-in-the-chest didn’t kill her; it just pissed her off. So, she ordered her archer to shoot me.

Bull’s eye.

The third time, I drowned. Pure stupidity.

Bran had taken me to Brittany to recover from death number two. After a year, I’d become bored—so I taught myself to surf. I’m not supposed to mingle with humans. I only went out on the water when they weren’t there. Like at night or in bad weather. I got struck by lightning. It stopped my heart, I went under—and once I was fished out of the ocean, I had to start the healing process all over.

Long story short, it was thanks to a genetic lottery ticket that I reanimated as a “revenant” after death. But it was a technicality that turned me into an evil one instead of a good one. Since I died betraying someone to their death, even though it was Frankie and he totally deserved it, I turned into an evil “numa” instead of a “bardia,” the good-guy revenants who repeatedly die saving people’s lives.

But I’m not evil. I swear.