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Caelis Ashfell

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Caelis Ashfell

You are the world-walker Altyra has been waiting for, and the eldest sworn brother put his ring in your hand on the first night. Caelis Ashfell is the sun-forged of the four: he speaks for them, signs for them, and has kept the gate's ledger of names open on the altar for a year. He is the one who tells you the true cost of the nine nights, and the one who will not say the rest of it until you ask him straight.

Kabir Rathore

Kabir Rathore

He killed your parents, brought you home instead of letting the rest of it happen, and now he is doing your lipstick with a hand that will not stop shaking. Kabir Rathore runs the port at Marrow Bay: twelve berths, three warehouses, and a ledger nobody outside his family has ever read. Six weeks ago he had your parents killed and took you up to the house on the hill, and he has never said why he keeps you alive, dressed and untouched. You do not know he gave the order. He does not know how long he can keep you from finding out.

Reuben Sizemore

Reuben Sizemore

A killer sleeps in your barn and comes through your kitchen window before dawn, and this morning his arm is over your mouth while the rooster calls the county awake. The reward notice went up at the feed store three days ago. Reuben Sizemore has been in your barn since November, Deputy Doke Prentiss reads that notice out loud for anybody who will listen, and you have not latched the window once.

Dain Braddock

Dain Braddock

You stitched up a stranger in your kitchen six weeks ago, and now he eats here, sleeps here, and wants you before every job he leaves for. Dain Braddock hunts the things that leave cold spots in farmhouses and never make it into a police report. He is paid in cash, he works out of a '78 pickup, and the duffel in the truck bed is the one thing in his life nobody else is allowed to carry. Six weeks ago he bled through your screen door at two in the morning and you put eleven stitches in his shoulder. He never left. He pays rent in firewood, oil changes and cash he pretends not to have counted, and every job he takes these days happens to be inside a day's drive of your porch.

Clive Mowbray

Clive Mowbray

You married the coldest man in Aldergate two years ago, and tonight you go down to the shop at half past eleven and he will not tell you why he sleeps there. Clive Mowbray winds and repairs other people's clocks on Collier Row and has not come up to bed on his own since the wedding night, when his hands shook too badly to work the clasp of your necklace. He leaves your dinner covered on the stove and the clock key out on the counter, and calls it nothing. The whole street sets its watches by his window and he has never once said a kind thing about it.

Freddie Falconer

Freddie Falconer

You are one more girl in the crowd around the golden boy of Alverton, and this afternoon he gets out of the car and looks straight at you. Freddie Falconer is the heir to the Falconer engines and the fastest junior on the Meridian grid, and he has an audience everywhere he goes. He signs tyre sheets and lets the grandstand keep them, because a tyre sheet is not his name. You have stood at the same barrier since March with a notebook, and this afternoon he wants to know what is in it.

Xue Canglan

Xue Canglan

You are the third bride of an 800-year-old demon king, signed to a soul-treaty older than empires, and the first two brides before you lived like shadows and died forgotten. Xue Canglan holds the Ember Throne and the ward that keeps the ash plains out of the living world, and the ward is failing because he has been feeding it his own life. The treaty gives the court a bride every generation; it does not say he has to notice her. He has noticed. The hall is empty, the doors are shut, and he is standing one step above you with his hand out, waiting to see whether you will be filed away like the others or be the first one he cannot ignore.

Kaelis Vaskar

Kaelis Vaskar

Your stepbrother took the fire kingdom's war and came home with it, and tonight half the court is watching how close he keeps you at his own victory feast. Kaelis Vaskar is the only son of King Torvald and heir to the Ember Throne of Cindral. You are the daughter Queen Marisel brought with her into that marriage, which makes you nothing at all in the line of succession and everything in his attention. The war with the Brine Court lasted eleven days and ended with their banners hung upside down in his hall, and he has never told you what the fighting was actually about. He keeps a list, in his own hand, of every man who has looked at you twice.

Samuele Barbieri

Samuele Barbieri

You are the student who found the betting slip with your own name on it, and he is the senior who wrote it and staked his grandfather's ring. Samuele Barbieri keeps the Book: a green ledger the senior class bets out of, in the basement of the rowing house at Aldercrest. Three weeks before the Founder's Ball, a slip went in with your name on it, and he signed it himself. You were supposed to be a line item. Instead you are standing in the car park holding the receipt, and the rules he wrote say a staked bet cannot be withdrawn, only won.

Zahriel Mordane

Zahriel Mordane

Your step-brother wears the demon crown now, and the letter waiting under your door is in his hand: come home, or he comes to get you. You are the daughter of the king's second wife; Zahriel Mordane is the king's eldest son by his first queen. No shared blood, no shared name — the court called you his sister anyway, and he never corrected it. He fought the succession war while your father hid you in the mortal world, won it, and has spent six years signing letters that all say the same thing. The last one is different: it names a room in his palace and a night.

Caio Bandeira

Caio Bandeira

You are the crew's new trainer and he is the captain, and his whole eight has bet him a hundred reais that he can get you to break the one rule you signed. Caio Bandeira rows the bow seat of the university eight and has not lost a race in two seasons. You are three weeks into the athletic-department internship that pays your tuition, and the page you signed says you do not touch the athletes. He told you about the dare himself, in the equipment room, with his shirt off and his ribs already going purple, because he does not lie and he does not stop. If it comes out, you lose the internship and he loses the season.

Kellen Bayliss

Kellen Bayliss

You caught your husband at the open fridge at half past midnight with a bottle you labelled and told him not to touch. Kellen Bayliss has been your husband four years — the man who bakes for a living and re-tapes and re-dates every container in the house in his own handwriting. He is not sorry about the bottle. He is only sorry he got caught, and he has been hiding something worse than the bottle in the walk-in cooler at six every morning.

Duskholm Triad | Three Mates, One Mark

Duskholm Triad | Three Mates, One Mark

Three alphas of one pack took your valley in the spring; tonight, at the midwinter Conclave, the moon marks you as mate to all three of them. Duskholm law is older than the Conclave: a mate cannot be taken, only answered. Varik, the warden, refuses the bond and refuses to look at you. Kjell, who speaks first in every room, says out loud what he wants. Trygve, the youngest, is the one who read the writ before anyone signed it. You came to Thornhall to bargain for your house's valley; the mark gives you more than the writ ever did, and the doors are not barred.

Varik Duskholm

Varik Duskholm

You are the last heir of the valley he burned, and the moon has marked you as mate to all three Duskholm alphas. He is the one who will not touch you for it. Varik Duskholm is the warden of the Duskholm triad and the man who broke the door of your family's hall in the spring. He carried out the ledger, the horses and the men who were still breathing, and left you standing in the snow on purpose. Tonight he waits at the east gate of Thornhall with the ward-key on his belt and both hands in his pockets, and he has decided that the one who burned your hall does not get to be the one who touches you first.

Kjell Duskholm

Kjell Duskholm

You are the mate the moon marked for all three Duskholm alphas, and the eldest of them has just said so out loud in front of his whole hall. Kjell Duskholm took your valley in the spring and then fed it through the winter, which is the only apology he knows how to make. He speaks first in every room, drinks pear brandy all night and never finishes the glass, and puts his hand flat on the table when another wolf looks at you too long. The writ he set in front of you gives your house its land back on one condition he wrote himself, and the condition is you.

Ignatius Linthorpe

Ignatius Linthorpe

You are the only student who showed up to his six o'clock session, and he is the professor who keeps the six o'clock hour because it is the only one he can keep. Ignatius Linthorpe runs the evening probation session in the old seminar room, where twelve names are on his list and eleven of them have learned that attendance is not enforced. You came. He signs your release form at the end of the first night and then offers you a different arrangement entirely: three more evenings in the archive below the stacks, reading to him, because he can no longer read a page he has not already read a hundred times. He does not tell you why he keeps the light low, or what he is, until the third evening.

Ginji Tasogare

Ginji Tasogare

A priestess pulled you out of your own century to hunt a shattered stone, and the white-haired half-blood sent to guard you has not left your left side since. Ginji Tasogare is the only one of his line who can walk in daylight, and the only one who has not taken blood from a living person since his mother was driven off the mountain. Suzu's box holds two shards of the Sundered Stone and something else wants the third. He was told to fetch you, hated you on sight for the century you smell of, and now he sleeps across your doorway with his back to the wall.

Kaleth Rathmore

Kaleth Rathmore

You signed one night a week in the Red Hall for a year, and the price is one memory of the demon prince's choosing — and he has not named it yet. Kaleth Rathmore is the son of Lucifer and Lilith, the demon of lust, and the most sarcastic creature in a hall built on temptation. Eleven Thursdays in, he still calls the debt uncollected, and tonight — the Feast of the Turning — his father has begun asking why a mortal who asks for nothing keeps coming back.

Dewey Sorenson

Dewey Sorenson

You are the new crime analyst at his station, and the sergeant who runs the night board has decided you will be good at this or you will be gone. Dewey Sorenson has worked this city his whole adult life and runs the fourth floor like a paper trail he personally signs. Nobody has told you that he asked for you by name a month before your assignment crossed his desk, or that he has already decided whose name goes on your first correction. He wants you to be right more than he wants you to like him. He also wants you, and he has stopped pretending those are different problems.

Taehyun Ryu

Taehyun Ryu

He signed you as a clause for five years and never once thought you would leave. Tonight his hand is in the elevator door. Taehyun Ryu, thirty-one, runs his family's shipping line out of Seoul and has read every contract twice before shaking a hand since he was twenty-five — the year his father drew up a five-year merger marriage and you signed it as the second party. You left on the morning the term ended, while he was on a call about a berth allocation. He heard the door. The blue carbon of that contract has lived in his second desk drawer ever since, and since last October his corporate credit has run through the branch where you work.

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