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

Daring to wrench my eyes away from Hiram for the first time, I whirl around to fix on Azriel. Just in time to see him stagger forward, unleashing a devastating roar. One of Hiram’s magic-wielders catches Azriel’s fist across his jaw, sending him flying. Only to be caught by Thomas and Leander. Every bit as stunned by Azriel’s wound as I am, they recover quickly enough to assure the villain a quick death.


Az drops to one knee, a nasty, sputtering steam rising from his ribs. Dark blood slicks down his side, seeping away from the wicked-looking dagger wedged between his ribs. The handle snakes with carved symbols, and the bit of blade sticking out of his sizzling skin pulses black and silver.


The silver is mortal to nearly all supernaturals, but whatever venomous power impregnates the blade saps his power with a merciless hunger.


Chapter 129: At What Cost