Cam has his fights. I have the stage. Dancing lets me shed the darkness, peel it off piece by piece, even if it’s just for a night. Stripping isn’t shame. It’s survival. It’s freedom. Or at least, it was. Until the missing memories started. Until the bruises bloomed on the girls, and no one remembered why. Until I started feeling… wrong. Something is slipping through the cracks of this life we built, something cold and cruel. And whoever’s behind it… They’re about to learn the hard way what it means to break the wrong girl. Tropes: Stripping Dancing Serial killers Touch her and die Dual POV, first person This is novella 2.5 and should be read after Twisted Little Dream and before Tainted Little Sin.