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

I haven’t smoked a cigarette in over a hundred years. Sitting on the rooftop watching the sunrise, I remember why.


“These things are fucking disgusting,” I mutter, crushing it out on the slate tiles and flicking it into one of the gutters. Running a hand over my face, I watch as the sky burns to purple, then brilliant gold. Coming out here was supposed to be peaceful, but I’m just as tied up as ever. Turns out you can’t run away from your problems.


I’d thought maybe a little burst of nicotine would soothe my nerves, but all I’ve managed to do is leave a bad taste in my mouth. Along with all the other shit jumbled in my brains, it’s just one more annoyance.


It’s been days since I actually slept. Not that vampires need regular sleep necessarily, but running myself ragged like this isn’t going to do any of us any good.


Chapter 107: Burying the Hatchet