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’ve waited for this day for so long, and now that it’s here, everything seems to move in slow motion. There’s this dull ache in my joints, spreading through my bones like a curse.


Maybe it’s because everyone is so quiet. This isn’t some front-footed, gearing up for battle. It’s a steady—almost mournful—preparation. Everyone has sequestered themselves in their own chambers to pack and put themselves together.


Thomas was somber this morning when he woke me up, kissing me more like I was some marble monument instead of the woman he drove mad with bliss in the library. The woman who shares his soul. Thank goodness, I know he’s not pulling back from me so much as husbanding his strength. Because, fuck knows we’re all going to need it.


The fact that I barely slept last night might account for part of it. Every time I closed my eyes, Azriel stole upon me from the darkness of my dreams. His hands on my belly, whispering arcane secrets to his offspring growing inside me.


Chapter 109: Mass Exodus