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

If I squint my eyes just right, the fire in the grate could almost be the one back home. The ornate European stonework is far more elaborate than the cavernous mouth of my own hearth. But the crackle of pine lulls me the same way it would beside my own overstuffed chair.


At least I’m not looking at its partner. That well-worn armchair with the upholstery worn thin from the way Tatiana used to throw her legs over the side. It’s stood empty since she was taken from me, but I’ve let it stand sentinel next to mine for centuries. A living testament to the woman, who by every right, should sit at my side on the long winter evenings.


“Shit.” Raising my glass, I let a warming slosh of fine whiskey wash the misery down my throat. Numbing it in my belly with all the other buried sorrows.


Chapter 75: Battle Scars