The stunning conclusion to the Astralis trilogy. Bee has seen the end of everything-and she keeps coming back for more. After the events of A Pale Jewel, Bee thought she understood the rules. The math. The cost. She'd mapped the architecture of parallel universes, traced the threads of probability that bind one reality to the next, and learned that love is the only force strong enough to collapse a wavefunction. But understanding the rules and surviving them are different things. Now the Temporal Governance and Compliance Division is shutting down. The organization that once held the multiverse together is scattering to the quantum winds, leaving behind only paperwork, empty offices, and the ghosts of decisions that can never be unmade. And somewhere in the spaces between worlds, Alex is waiting. Murder Me Lovely is a love story written in scar tissue. It's about what happens when a trans woman who spent her whole life trying to disappear finally learns what it means to be seen. It's about the arithmetic of survival-who gets to live, who doesn't, and the impossible weight of being the one who made it through. This is not a story about time travel. It's about what time travel does to you. It's about standing in the wreckage of your own choices and realizing that every version of yourself you killed to get here is still screaming. The TGCD taught Bee that some timelines have to die. That sacrifice is just math with a body count. That the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, and the needs of the few outweigh the needs of the one, and if you do the calculus long enough, everyone becomes acceptable losses. But Bee was never very good at accepting loss. Murder Me Lovely follows Bee through twenty-four chapters of reckoning-with the organization that shaped her, with the woman who saved her, and with the infinite versions of herself she might have been. This is the book Bee writes to her sisters-the trans women who didn't make it, the ones still fighting, the ones who haven't found their names yet. It's a letter in a bottle thrown across the probability space, a signal flare lit in the dark: *I see you. I was you. I'm still you.* The trilogy that began with *Fly Into The Sun* and continued through *A Pale Jewel* ends here, in a story about killing yourself to save yourself, loving someone enough to let them go, and the strange grace of finding out that the universe was never as empty as you thought. Some equations balance. Some don't. Bee is done with balance.