In Sleepy Hollow, the legend of the Headless Horseman is whispered in fear. A monster who rises with the Blood Moon, a hunter who never stops, never falters—until he finds her. Lily Graves doesn’t believe in curses. She doesn’t believe in ghosts, in monsters that stalk the night. But when she inherits her grandmother’s estate, the town begins to whisper, warning her to leave before the Masquerade begins. Before the Horseman finds her. Before he claims her. Elias Thorne has hunted her for lifetimes. She has always run. She has always betrayed him. And he has always found her. But this time, the game changes. This time, she does not run. The moment she steps onto the dance floor of the Midnight Masquerade, the cycle begins again—a curse bound in betrayal, a legend written in blood. But this time, when the clock strikes midnight, she does not flee into the darkness. This time, she dances with the Horseman. This time, she lets the monster take her. And this time… she doesn’t want him to let go.