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

In the two days since we stormed Marek’s stronghold, the remaining members of his pack have scattered. We’ve punched a considerable hole in the Crimson Circle’s leadership, and everything is in chaos. They’re ripe for the picking, and one or two decisive moves could end their subversive reign of terror.


“We were lucky,” Serena says, stoic in the wake of our tenuous victory.


“Speak for yourself.” Waylon nurses his bandaged hand, ruing the loss of three fingers.


“You survived,” Azriel reminds him, and Waylon scowls back at him.


“Everybody volunteered.” My stern tone tamps down any rising tension. “We knew the risks and walked out alive. Considering what we were up against, I’d say that’s a win. Besides…” I cast a heartsick look towards the corridor—and Emily’s room. “Nobody lost more than Emily. Remember that.”


Chapter 95: The Fallout