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 don’t know what to think.” Az and I have been pacing the carpet in our grand suite ever since our little introductory banquet—or whatever it was—wrapped up.


“Well, I sure do,” Azriel sneers. “Fuck these witches. They’re talking out of their asses to try and get one over on us. It’s just like I thought back in New Orleans, but you just had to try and broker some shit. Not to mention the stunt they’re trying to pull with Emily.” He jerks his thumb at the door to her adjoining chamber like he wants to kick it down and abscond with her.


“Keep your goddamn voice down,” I growl. “The poor thing is worked up enough as it is without you mouthing off.” Invoking her distress to him is kind of a low blow, but it does the trick. Emily has been scrambled from the second we got here, and the stuff the coven said at the dining table didn’t help matters.


Chapter 38: Divide and Conquer