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

The night air crackles above me, like a storm ready to break. I knew things were going to be bad here, but I wasn’t prepared for them to be full-fucking-tilt deadly. 


Every step I take damn near sizzles on the pavement as I prowl through this fucking rabbit’s warren of a city. In Venice, you don’t so much go where you want as go where the streets take you.


I’ve always hated it here. Now that we’ve dragged Emily straight into the mouth of no-shit danger, I loathe it with a molten revulsion so epic, it’s a biblical miracle I don’t burst into flames. Which might be fun to try, now that I think about it. A little bit of havoc would do my soul good.


Thomas is probably stewing his ass off back at the safe house, but he’ll just have to learn to whistle. Nothing was keeping me back there tonight. I’d wind up grinding a hole in the floor pacing around. Leander tried to back him up, but I wasn’t having any of it.


Newfound brotherhood or not, I had to get out. 


Chapter 112: Night on the Town