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 jerk awake like I’ve been kicked in the dick with a steel toed boot. My chest is on fire from the inside. Clapping both hands against it, I try to keep the shitwater blaze from seeping between my ribs and splitting my skin.


“Fuck,” I grunt, rolling off my mattress and onto the floor. Somehow I manage to get to my hands and knees, gritting my teeth against the pain.


I’ve been achy from missing Emily, but this is something else. This is trouble. Big, dark, cancerous trouble, and she’s right in the middle of it.


So, fuck this den where I’m holed up, fuck this mission, fuck going deep cover to pry secrets out of fifth rate supernaturals. None of it matters. Nothing in this whole piss soaked universe matters but Emily. I’m getting to her, and fuck anybody who tries to stop me.


Good thing I got myself a motorcycle for the stay. Now is no time to dick around with public transit.


Chapter 53: Coming in Hot