I'm dead. Murdered.

A year later, I wake up watching my boyfriend Miles engaged to that bitch Bliss, using MY songs for Grammy nominations.

I want revenge.

But why does Miles cry listening to my demos at midnight? Why are there mysterious recordings on his phone I've never heard? Why does every truth I find lead to bigger lies?

Those dead musicians—really accidents?

What secrets hide behind the Grammys? Why can't I rest?

When all answers unfold on a bloody Grammy night, I discover I'm trapped in a game more terrifying than death.

Some betrayals make you wish you'd never loved at all.

Stolen Voices from the Grave

Three days later, I drifted back to that Beverly Hills studio, sensing something was about to shift. The afternoon sun cut through the blinds in sharp lines, and Miles sat behind the mixing board with this expectant energy.
Like he'd been waiting for this moment.
"Let's try 'Midnight Dreams' again...

Chapter 4