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

“We’re calling this shit off right now!” I’ve never been so furious in my entire existence.


“Please calm down.” Annika’s voice is low, and she looks over her shoulders to the point of hysteria. Everyone in the chamber is watching, and I couldn’t give a good goddamn. 


“I said do it!” I’m on the point of kicking a hole in their little magic circle, snuffing those candles out, throwing Emily over my shoulder, and getting us the hell out of here.


“You have to listen to me,” Annika pleads. “You don’t understand.”


“Goddamn right I don’t,” I scowl in her face. “We had an agreement.”


“You see,” Aisling says, drenched in imperious disdain. “Vampires. This is why we don’t meddle with their kind.”


I was angry before, but now liquid fire dumps into my bloodstream. I wheel on Aisling, ready for a showdown, but Annika gets in my way before I can get a word out. The desperation in her eyes trips me up. She’s more than afraid—she’s petrified.


Chapter 49: Dead Names