Lilian Quinn

I never wanted to go to Mardi Gras. The wild parties, the chaos—none of it was for me. But my sister Raya lives for it, and spending time with her means everything. So, I went, determined to survive the madness for her sake.
Then I met him. A man so captivating it was impossible to look away. There was something dangerous about him, something eerily familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Not until the night that changed everything.
What started as a night of fun and celebration turned into a nightmare. Creatures that shouldn’t exist attacked us. The supernatural world isn’t real… at least, I thought it wasn’t. But now Raya is missing, and no one will believe me.
I know what I saw. I know she’s out there somewhere. But can I find her before it’s too late? And more terrifyingly—am I next?


Bloodborne Secrets

“Why can’t I see anything?” I ask, prodding my collarbone as I look in the bathroom mirror.


“It’s been two days.” Azriel kisses the spot where he bit me, circling his arms around my bare waist. As good as it would feel to melt into him again, I’m too fascinated by my reflection.


“Exactly! Only two days and there isn’t even a scratch.” I kiss his forehead, and one of his hands sneaks up to cup my breast. “How are people supposed to know?”


“They’ll know.” He kisses me again, as if to punctuate his certainty. “You may not be able to see it, but others can. And they’ll know who you belong to.”


The word ought to terrify me, but it doesn’t. In some ways, I’ve yearned for a sense of belonging my whole life. That takes some of the fear out of the fact that I’ve been claimed.


Chapter 32: Into The Lion's Den