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

“How did she get out?” I demand as Annika watches me with steadfast attention.


“Wouldn’t you want to?” Her answer comes so plainly, so sympathetically, that it almost punctures my anger. Almost.


“It’s not safe,” I double down. “With so many things at risk right now, we can’t jeopardize Emily’s wellbeing by letting her scamper off in public. In fucking Manhattan of all places. Even if The Crimson Circle didn’t find her, who the hell knows what could happen to her out there in this godforsaken city?”


“Thomas,” Annika says indulgently. “When was the last time you were here?” I stop pacing like a panther and stare at her.


“I don’t know. 1977, maybe?” The wispy little girl actually laughs.


“A lot’s changed since then. New York is almost one big amusement park now. Emily would have to go pretty far out of her way for anything too terrible to happen.” It sounds like she knows what she’s talking about, but I’m not ready to calm down yet.


Chapter 67: The Girl in Bed