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

Dinner with Annika cleared a few things up, but not much. I know we’re all trying to cover our own asses, but why do witches have to be so fucking evasive? Everything is coded in one way or another, which puts my pointed teeth right on edge.


I mean, Emily is on the cusp of going through a life changing event—you’d think someone would at least be willing to tell her what to expect. Sure, ‘shrouded in secrecy’ is a thing, but fuck.


Emily came away with a headache and pretty much went straight to bed. I can’t blame her. After eating riddles all evening, my temples are throbbing as well. The difference is mine are beating from the desire to kick the shit out of people until they come clean about what the fuck is going on.


But that wouldn’t solve anything. And it damn sure wouldn’t make things easier for Emily, so I just have to swallow the impulse.


Chapter 42: Comparing Notes