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

Venice is even more haunting than I imagined. Even beyond the magic hanging thick as smoke in the air. The canals weave like arteries, each one pulsing, vital, alive. Sea brine makes each breath pungent and clean at the same time, and the perpetual, rhythmic lapping of water against stone borders on hypnotic.


It would be so easy to get lost in this place if I were alone.


Nestled in the middle of a gondola, I’m secure between the ever-watchful Thomas and a fiendishly battle-ready Azriel. They’re both on high alert, scrutinizing each passerby for signs of evil intent.


I am too, if I’m being honest. After so many days shut up in that house in Prague—removed from the bustling world—I feel awfully naked out in the open like this. 


Chapter 111: Safe As Houses