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

My eyes blast open and I fling back the blanket, certain that it must be on fire. All I succeed in doing is scattering my notes and sending Tatiana’s book of spells flying across the room. It lands with a thump, and I sit up to press my feet to the cool floorboards.


If I hoped it would help cool me down, I was sorely mistaken. My skin feels like it ought to be covered in blisters, and I shove up my sleeves to find my arms aren’t even red. Rubbing my hand along to feel, I’m caught up by what I see. I can feel everything, but I’m looking at someone else’s hand. It’s surreal, and I have to double down to remind myself that this whole thing is a kind of vision.


“Damnit,” I mutter, surrendering to the fact that the burning sensation isn’t going to stop anytime soon. Not that it’s unmanageable, but it’s damn sure uncomfortable.


Like something is just beneath my skin, boiling to get out. To break free.


Chapter 54: Coming Clean