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

Azriel’s chin is slick with blood when I make it to his side. Painful breaths rattle in and out of him, and his skin has gone so pale that his tattoos stand out in starker relief than ever before.


“That was a hell of a show, Em,” he wheezes, forcing a grin. “I’ve wanted to watch that fucker get his for a long time. Finally seeing it isn’t such a bad way to go.” A door slams in my chest so hard it rattles my teeth.


“Don’t say that. We can fix this.” I say it as resolutely as possible, but looking at him, I can see it’s going to be a steep climb to keep that promise. 


The skin around the blade is burnt and crackling as more and more tar-like blood oozes out around it. Azriel is surrounded by an obsidian seal of his own—an inky mirror of viscous, cursed blood. Sticky to the touch and reeking like death itself, I wind up covered in it sitting next to him. His ebbing life force covers my hands and clothes, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.


Chapter 130: Letting Go