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 know we’re all allies here, but it’s stifling in this house. A shameful little part of me wants to pull up stakes and get the fuck out. Take my ass back to Scotland where it belongs. Leave Thomas, his demon buddy, and Brey’s little cadre of malcontents in the dust. As far as I’m concerned… Prague can kiss my ass.


Quitting is a coward’s move, and I’ve never been one to back down. Not when Tatiana needs me.


I rock forward, squeezing my eyes shut and clenching my jaw so hard my teeth ache.


From the moment I laid eyes on Emily, something in me knew the connection. The more I get to know her, the clearer it becomes. Not just because of all the talk of bloodlines and lineage and all the rest of it. It’s more ephemeral than that. It’s in her spirit, and that runs deeper than blood.


Chapter 99: Old Wounds