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’d forgotten how these witches insist on talking in riddles. Everything out of their mouths comes with a coy smile that grates my already raw nerves.


“So that’s it?” I ask, not even trying to hide my frustration. “We’re just supposed to wait here in this dungeon until the truth reveals itself?” As I say it, I twiddle my fingers in the air, mocking their relentless faith in divine mystery. Of course, the old diviner merely smiles.


Harder than you can imagine, I want to say, but swallow the words. Darting a fierce look from Thomas to Azriel, I shove myself up from the table and make for the door.


“Where are you going?” The vampire calls from behind me, but I don’t even turn around.


Chapter 63: Drowning Sorrows