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

Despite the cordial smiles painting every face in the foyer, the tension in the air is thicker than blood. There’s not a doubt in my mind the meeting could dissolve into violence at the slightest provocation. Especially given the twitching, animal concentration of the rest of Marek’s band.


These men are wolves. Even in their human form, it’s plain to see the homicidal monsters lurking deep inside their bones.


“Thomas,” Marek greets him with forced camaraderie. “How good of you to hurry back to meet me. I was told you were out and about in town. Isn’t that right, Strato?” He casts a lazy look over his shoulder at a lean, sardonic man in a pair of round, pitch black glasses.


“With his pet,” Strato nods. “The demon.”


Does he mean Azriel? The urge to shout him down whistles through me, but I keep my mouth shut. They’re trying to get a rise out of Thomas, and popping off won’t help matters in the slightest.


Chapter 80: Uneasy Truths