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

Welp. This is some bullshit. The deeper I get into things out here in Manhattan, the worse things look.


A conclave of demons, vampires, and warlocks have a rendezvous point three stories below a disused subway line. Getting here is a pain in the ass, but I guess that’s the point. No human has the capacity to make it on their own, and it’s inconvenient enough that most supernaturals don’t think to put in the effort.


“I don’t like it,” Thrace sneers. The shifty vampire scout has been twitching like a bitch since he got here.


“Kick rocks,” Wriel shoots back, folding his arms. “Those are the fucking terms. Alliances don’t come cheap.” This level of stonewalling is dickish even for a demon. Judging from the stolen glances the vampire cadre shoot each other, I’m not the only one who thinks so.


Chapter 47: Underground