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

“Give me the keys,” Thomas screams so hard the veins in his neck bulge. The son of a bitch is frothing at the mouth, eyes black with vengeance.


“Nothing doing.” I stuff them in my pocket and fold my arms. The fact that I don’t just roll over and show my tummy throws him into a full-on apoplexy. Dude is shitting every set of pants he owns.


“I’m serious, Azriel.” He squares up, fists clenched and center low for a scrap. “Hand them over. I’m not taking no for an answer.”


“Well, you’re just gonna have to learn,” I reply coolly. “Because you’re not driving like this.”


“Thomas…” Leander reaches for his arm, and Thomas lets fly with a blind right hook that barely misses its target. The swipe alone is enough to send Leander staggering backwards in surprise.


“Stay the fuck out of this,” Thomas sneers at him.


“You’re not the only one who cares about her,” Serena says, earning a bloodshot stare from the vampire in our midst.


Chapter 86: Hurricane