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

I haven’t been to Manhattan since I was in high school. Some stupid trip where the chaperones spent so much time hovering over us we never really got to see anything. Now I can see every bit of the city, all the way to the otherworldly dangers lurking in the shadows. The things regular New Yorkers would scoff to hear named.


A year ago, I would have scoffed right along with them. Now I know differently.


Everything is familiar and different at the same time. An aura of evil lingers over everything until I’m shaking in my shoes.


“Hey.” Azriel nudges my knee with his. “You okay?”


“I’m fine,” I lie, forcing a smile. “Just anxious to get things moving.” Even behind his sunglasses, I can tell he’s not buying it.


“You sure?” He slouches a little closer and the front of his shirt spreads a bit. God, it would be so easy to melt against that hard chest and get lost among the tattoos. But if I’m going to make it through any of this, I’ve got to be strong on my own.


Chapter 36: The City that Never Sleeps