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

Ve Smeckach Street cuts right off Wenceslas Square, and the fancy hotels and cafes would almost trick me into thinking it’s a chic neighborhood if I didn’t know better. The seedy underbelly in this town rides just below the surface, and everyone’s looking for a chance to fuck somebody else over.


So Azriel and I have been on guard from the second we crossed the threshold of the Hotel Palace. I’d have felt better if we were meeting our contact in the hotel bar, even. Just a dash of the public eye and plenty of escape routes in case of a trap.


We knock on the door to room 1756, and it opens just enough for a pair of timid brown eyes to peer out.


“You tell us,” Azriel replies sarcastically. “Aren’t you supposed to be some kind of fortune teller?” I bite my lip at his harsh tone, and the angry look from the other side of the door tells me she doesn’t appreciate it either.


Chapter 78: Bad News