Killing the White Moonlight

I spent years perfecting the art of falling, a dancer’s grace hiding the fractures Nathan Blackwell carved into my soul. He gave me a seven-dollar lie he called an heirloom and a graveyard for a marriage, never realizing that the broken girl he buried wasn't dead—she was just shedding her skin. Now, I’ve returned as his most beautiful nightmare, a stranger with a familiar face and a vow to strip him of his empire, his legacy, and his breath. Nathan thinks he’s found a new obsession in Sophia Langford; he doesn’t know he’s invited his executioner to the dance.