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

This place is like one big, dimly lit, beautifully decorated maze. By the time we get to the chamber they’ve prepared for me, I find myself wishing I’d dropped a trail of breadcrumbs. There’s no way I’d be able to find my way out of here without someone to lead the way.


“Here you are,” the woman says when we reach the door. “Please get comfortable while you freshen up.” It has to be the fifteenth time the phrase freshen up has been used since we got here, and it’s starting to take on an ominous undertone.


We step inside, and I’m bowled over by how lavish the room is—a four poster canopy bed with lush green curtains, a roaring fire, ornate armchairs, and tapestries lining every wall. Everything about this place feels like stepping back in time. Clearly I’m not the only one who notices because Azriel scoffs and taps the leg of a chair with his boot.


“Cozy. Reminds me of a convent I raided in the dark ages.”


Chapter 37: Getting in Deep