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

When consciousness creeps back in around me, it’s dark outside. My skull is full of rocks and fog, and I struggle to remember who I am, let alone what’s happening.


The image of his face looms at me from the shadows, and I jerk upright with a painful gasp. Sitting up only makes my head throb more, but I’m relieved to discover I’m alone. At least that’s something.


What’s less comforting is that I’m in a strange room, with no memory of how I got here. The last thing I remember is thumping my head on a Persian rug in a sumptuous library. Maybe the soft footsteps of Marek drawing closer as my brain spun into darkness.


The guys were right. This was a bad idea.


I was so blinded by knowing where my sister was I ran headlong into a terrible situation.


It was one thing to march in here in broad daylight with the intent of stealing Raya back, but that idea looks a lot less appetizing in the moonlight.


Chapter 87: Dinner For Two