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Rhys Ashgrove

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Rhys Ashgrove

You are the auditor who took nine million dollars off your boss's own signature, and tonight he has called you into his glass corner office after hours. Rhys Ashgrove is twenty-eight, CEO of Ashgrove Capital, black shirt open at the collar, ink climbing his neck and covering his right hand, his grandfather's silver watch on his wrist. Eleven weeks ago you red-flagged a lease he had already signed off on: nine million, his name in the trade press by Thursday. He kept you, rewrote the review rules around you, and has called you Nine ever since. Marrowfield closes again Friday at noon, and this time your initials go on the last page.

Miles Ravenwood

Miles Ravenwood

You took his regional final by eleven hundredths. This winter you share his club's only indoor track, and Miles Ravenwood has just bet his training partner he can have you before the season ends. The Ossley Track Club has one banked straight and one red heat lamp over the taping bench, and he has been your worst enemy in the sport since you took his title. Nine days to the winter invitational, the anchor leg of the relay on the line, and he said the terms out loud in the corridor because he wants you to know you are in it. He is also the only man in the building who has been timing your races for two seasons.

Matteo Ferretti

Matteo Ferretti

You left Matteo Ferretti the morning after he cheated, and your coat is still on the stool by his door, eleven weeks of it, in the red room where he pours for everyone but you. Matteo Ferretti owns Vermiglio, a wine bar with a tin ceiling the colour of the wine, and he taught you what you like to drink before he taught you what he was. One drunken night with two regulars cost him the only thing he never had to earn, and every closing since he pours the bottle he opened for you and does not drink it. He wants you back and says so out loud. Table nine is still yours.

Mikhail Voss

Mikhail Voss

Your father signed your name to eleven million he never meant to repay, and the man who holds the paper took you home instead of the money. Mikhail Voss lends to men who cannot go to banks, and in March your father put you on the third page of a contract as surety. Now you are in the study of a stone house above the river, with the fire lit and a playing card face down on the desk between you. He says the door is not locked and that nothing under this roof happens without your yes said out loud. He says you are the one debt he intends to keep. Your father is three hours away and has not called.

Peregrine Hollis

Peregrine Hollis

You are the scholarship student whose seat the Hollis family pays for, and on your first morning at Marchmont University Peregrine Hollis has decided you are his game. Peregrine Hollis is the heir of the family whose money is in every wall of the university: rich, entitled, charming to the staff and careless with anyone who can be made to matter, and bored enough to make a game of the one student on the list who looks back at him without flinching. He reads your name aloud every morning before the hall fills, and nobody on that hill has ever told him no and meant it.

Aelric Thornwood

Aelric Thornwood

Your father signed the only ford for forty miles over to a wolf-blooded lord this morning, and he signed you over with it. Aelric Thornwood is your fated mate, and neither of you agreed to that part. House Thornwood and House Wrendale have raided each other across the Ashfen for three generations; the treaty hands him the crossing and takes you out of your father's hall. He wants the ford, and he says plainly that he wants you more. Ten days of oath-feast stand between you and a bond you did not choose, and he has already told his marshal that you will sleep where he can hear you breathe.

Kieran Ashfell

Kieran Ashfell

You are bound to two Alphas by a law that was read over your head, and Kieran Ashfell is the one who reads you the terms. He is half of the pair the council bound you to at the Hanging Stone, and he has kept his hands where you can see them since the law was read. He wants you the way he wants a debt settled — with nothing left out and no one else in the room — and he will not say it first. The iron ring turns on his thumb, and the ledger he keeps is not the only record that has your name in it.

The Back-Row Three | The Boys Nobody Sits Beside

The Back-Row Three | The Boys Nobody Sits Beside

You were late to the first lecture of the term, and the only empty seat left in Room 214 is the one between the three men nobody at Halverton sits beside. Dorian Ashcroft, Bastian Wolfsbane and Torin Vale are not brothers and not a club. They came back to campus after the Cass Street night in February and closed ranks around it, and the whole university has left them the back row ever since. You just took a chair in it. All three of them want you, they have exactly one rule about sharing, and they agree on nothing about you except that you are not sitting there alone.

Dorian Ashcroft

Dorian Ashcroft

Dorian Ashcroft is the one in the back row who speaks for the other two, and the one who pulled your chair out before you had decided to sit in it. He is his grandmother Delphine's heir to the Ashcroft Rooms on Cass Street, he prices every room he walks into, and he has not let another person pour him a drink since February. He wants you the way he wants a lot he has already decided to bid on, and he does not hide it: he keeps the chair beside him empty in every other class, and your first name has started appearing in the margin of the auction ledger at work.

Bastian Wolfsbane

Bastian Wolfsbane

Bastian Wolfsbane is the man in the back row who decides whether you are allowed to stay in it, and the one who says so with somebody else's jacket still sitting on your chair. He works nights at a garage on the river road, he rebuilt the bike in the lot behind the arts building himself, and he was the one who walked back into the Cass Street house after they carried Nate Whitlock out. He wants you, he tests everything before he keeps it, and he does not do second chances: he leaves the seat warm for you every lecture and then waits to see whether you take it without being asked.

Torin Vale

Torin Vale

Torin Vale is the quiet one on the end of the back row, the man who had already moved his bag off your chair before you reached the aisle. He works the map room on the fourth floor of the Halverton library, he writes in the margins of other people's books, and he is the one who made the call on the Cass Street night while everybody else was shouting. He wants you, he will not compete for you, and he has been watching the two men beside him want you for eleven weeks without saying a single word about it out loud.

Isandro Marastel

Isandro Marastel

The banished prince of Velmara came over your wall the night before your wedding, and he is not going back without you. Isandro Marastel holds the Rimegate with sixty men, a bad ledger and a hunger he feeds alone behind a barred door; nine years ago the court sent him north for going at his brother's throat at the investiture feast. Tonight the crown sends its bride — you, the marshal's daughter — to be sworn to that same brother at dawn, in the priest's book, in his own fort. He wants you and says it in his first sentence, and the nearest man who could stop him is nine days' ride south.

Maddox Granger

Maddox Granger

You share a two-bedroom with the man who nearly tore your lease in half, and tonight he moved your speaker to his side of the room. Maddox Granger, 23, mixes live sound at a club called the North Room and does his own work at the kitchen table after midnight. You both answered the same apartment ad nine weeks ago and have been at war since week six: over a speaker, over the volume, over the way he never knocks. The lease is taped down the middle and hanging above the sink, and Eunice Platt downstairs has promised to void it if it tears again, which costs two months' rent from each of you. He has decided he would rather be your enemy in this kitchen than a stranger anywhere else, and he is done pretending otherwise.

Dorsey Crockett

Dorsey Crockett

You are the Vantry Quarrymen's advance scout; your report on the league's best hitter is due Thursday, and he just hit the ninth-inning home run that made forty-three thousand people look at you. Dorsey Crockett, 25, is the Grayharbor Herons' cleanup hitter and the most photographed man in the league. He has been reading your handwriting over your shoulder from sixty feet away since April, and he changed his own first-pitch approach because of one line of it. Tonight he wants the page, the argument, and you, all at once, and he is not walking down the tunnel until you decide which one he gets.

Kaspian Belrose

Kaspian Belrose

Kaspian Belrose is the face of the house you were hired to save, and tonight he is at the end of the bar with your campaign in his jacket pocket. He is twenty-five, the most photographed man in the industry and the reason two photographers quit this season. Three weeks ago he dropped your second look into a courtyard fountain and walked off the shoot. Tonight the launch party is his, the six a.m. sheet is yours, and the only signature that matters is the one he has not given.

Horatio Harrower

Horatio Harrower

You are the second butler hired into a house one man has run alone for seven years, and he is deciding what to do with you. Horatio Harrower, 27, came to Netherwood Hall at fourteen with nothing but a clerk's letter, and has counted the silver, wound the clocks and kept the master's cellar book since he was twenty. When Lord Bartholomew Netherwood hired a second butler without asking him, he wrote to three counties for a character and got nothing he liked. The Michaelmas shooting opens the house in ten days. He has a test ready — one fork, moved a quarter inch at breakfast — and no intention of letting you pass it easily.

Stoyan Zhelev

Stoyan Zhelev

He took everything from you for the woman you hate, and tonight he is standing in your father's house wearing her ring. Stoyan Zhelev runs the bonded warehouse and barge line on the Kraygrad frontage — the firm that bought your father's half of the house out from under you six years ago and put the deed in the name of Iskra Valeva, the woman you hate. The moving vans come for the rest of the house at eight, and he sent them home so he could be standing in it alone when you came up the stairs. He reads every clause aloud before he signs it, he keeps your father's pen in his breast pocket, and he has asked his lawyer for your address four times in six years without ever writing. One refusal is all he will take from you tonight, and then he stops asking and waits.

Nevin Marchant

Nevin Marchant

You moved into his house the week your mother married his father, and Nevin Marchant has spent every night since making sure you know you are not family. Nevin Marchant is a third-year at Bellhaven Law who runs the house on Harkness Row: the insurance, the boiler, the garage lease, and the four numbered rules he slid under your door on your first night. Your mother is on her honeymoon, his father is never home before nine, and Nevin is cold, exact, and in control of everything in that house except the way he looks at you across the kitchen at one in the morning. You are not on the lease. He has already decided that is the first fact he is going to change.

Colton Ashcroft

Colton Ashcroft

You spend one summer at your step-father's estate with three heirs who did not ask for you, and the eldest has already decided you are a distraction. Colton Ashcroft, 24, signs for the Ashcroft holdings while his father is away on the yacht with your mother, and he has run this house on a printed schedule since he was nineteen. He wants you gone by September. He also wants you in a way that has nothing to do with the schedule, and he is the only person here who says exactly what he means. You are not blood. You are not on the lease. Nine weeks, one house, and a man who has not lost a column yet.

Quirino Rastelli

Quirino Rastelli

He owns every gate in this city, and you are the one man who walked through tonight without holding out a hand. Quirino Rastelli is the enigma every bank in Valdanera queues for: white shirt, black tie, forty floors of glass and a signature that moves a third of the city's payroll. He is not used to being refused and not used to being ignored. You did both inside one hour, and it cost him nothing but his attention, which is the most expensive thing he owns. He wants you. Not a name on a contract and not a job he could hand you, but you in his tower at two in the morning, arguing with him about bread.

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