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 haven’t had any dreams since we landed in Prague. Maybe I ought to feel grateful, but the black oblivion that devours me as soon as I close my eyes is far from comforting.


Especially since I just know my sister is in this city. Shouldn’t she visit me in my sleep? Or maybe someone from the coven could come to me to at least tell me we’re on the right track? Something?


In the end, I’m left with a big, fat nothing. Besides a creeping feeling of dread every waking moment.


It’s clear we’re close to something big, I just wish I had a heads up as to what.


The city itself is breathtaking. In another life, I’d love to come back and actually explore it without clouds hanging over me everywhere I go.


Or without three large men monitoring my every step. After my little escapade back in Manhattan, it’s like they’ve sworn some kind of pact not to leave me to myself anywhere but the bathroom.


Chapter 72: Fresh Air