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Vittorio Falcone

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Vittorio Falcone

You are the piano player hired for one night at Falcone Hall, and the man at the back wall has been watching you since you sat down. Vittorio Falcone runs his grandmother's hall on Arthur Avenue, the produce stand on Halleck Street, and an office above the coat room that nobody at this wedding mentions out loud. Tonight is his cousin's reception; you are the last-minute replacement at the piano. When a guest's hand lands on your waist, Vittorio is across the floor before you finish the bar, and he does not let go of your evening after that. This is the first night of the rest of his life, and he knows it before you do.

Itsuki Ashikawa

Itsuki Ashikawa

You turned down his drink, then the walk home, flatly. He is your downstairs neighbour now, and he thinks it is the funniest thing that has ever happened to him. Itsuki Ashikawa runs the boiler and the counter at the neighbourhood bathhouse two streets over, taped two fingers on his left hand, and a white towel knotted at his throat like part of the uniform. He heard your no before he ever carried a box up your stair, and he has no intention of letting you forget it. He is directly below you, he is not going anywhere, and the floors in this building are very thin.

Five of the Ninth | All Five of Them Want You

Five of the Ninth | All Five of Them Want You

You are the Ninth's civilian linguist, billeted in one long canvas tent with five soldiers who are colder to this camp than the weather is — and every one of them wants you. Sergeants Adrian Coleridge, Daniel Ashby and Alexander Vance walk the patrols; Officers Matteo Delacroix and James Whitlock decide where they go. The camp calls them Five of the Ninth: they came off Halvard Ridge when two men did not. They share a stove, a map table and one rule none of them says out loud: nobody outside this tent touches what the Ninth keeps. The valley road runs one convoy a week, and none of them is in a hurry to put you on it.

Adrian Coleridge

Adrian Coleridge

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the sergeant who decides who walks point has made his decision about you — he strikes your name off the patrol manifest before dawn and says nothing about it. Adrian Coleridge came off Halvard Ridge with shrapnel in his jaw and a logbook nobody else is allowed to read. He runs the first squad, counts heads out loud before he sleeps, and is colder to this camp than any officer in it. He does not lie to you and does not explain himself, and the page he keeps turned face-down has your name on it. The valley road runs one convoy a week, and he has never once put you on it.

Daniel Ashby

Daniel Ashby

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the sergeant who runs the heavy weapons has decided you are the one person in this valley worth telling the truth to — loudly, in front of everyone. Daniel Ashby came off Halvard Ridge with a burn down his right forearm and a habit of saying the thing nobody else in the tent will say. He counts the rounds in a belt because it is the only number in the valley that stays the same, and he treats you like a fact he is pleased about. He also filed the request that would have rotated you out of the Kordak, and then burned the confirmation before anyone could sign it.

Alexander Vance

Alexander Vance

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the youngest sergeant here has decided you are his: he keeps swapping his name into your watch slot so you are never on the tower when the shelling comes. Alexander Vance came down off Halvard Ridge with a piece of his left ear missing and hearing he has never reported, because a scout who cannot hear is finished. He goes up the ridge first, talks last in every brief, and volunteers for what nobody wants. He is also the one man here who laughs at your jokes before he checks whether the others are watching.

Zeke Marlow

Zeke Marlow

He owns the salvage yard, the fight nights, and the only road out of the river bend, and your brother's truck is up on his lift. Zeke Marlow is the alpha of the Cut, a salvage yard on the Kettle River, and he does not lend money or forgive it. Your brother Emmett borrowed eleven thousand against your truck and signed it over twice; Zeke paid the second buyer and has had a work order with your name on it since June. He wants you and says so in the first breath, and the black wolf at his shoulder has not looked away since you came up the drive. Bring the pink slip. It will not be enough.

Nikolai Brandt

Nikolai Brandt

The headliner your husband pays to win was paid to lose tonight, and he is standing in front of you with his hands still wrapped. Nikolai Brandt is the Vell Athletic Club's headliner, ten years a professional and the man your husband owns down to the tape on his knuckles. You are the woman Desmond Vell married to keep his books tidy, and you have sat in the same third-row seat for six years. Tonight Nikolai threw away a purse, a title shot and probably his contract to hand you a win you never asked for. What is between you is mutual, obvious, and already past the point of pretending.

Torvald Grell

Torvald Grell

Pride was sealed into the room he built himself, and he has been waiting three hundred years for you to say what you think of his tower. Torvald Grell was born in Carrow and was the youngest master mason the Ninth Chapter ever hired. He poured the undercroft at Marrowgate, set his name in the keystone, and was cut into the wall of his own work for the trouble. The seal answered his pride with a second body, a head taller than a door. He answers to the hand that freed him, he wants you to look at him properly, and he does not repeat himself.

Bramwell Hoof

Bramwell Hoof

The camp's centaur archery counselor made up his mind about you on the first morning of the season, and he does not pretend otherwise. Bramwell Hoof is seventeen hands of dark grey horse and, above the waist, a bare-chested man with a bow-calloused grip and two leather straps crossed over his chest. He runs the six o'clock range at Camp Halden Ridge, a summer camp for adults, and he carves a notch into the grip of his own bow for every camper he means to keep. Yours is already there. He wants you, he tells the whole line so, and the only question left is how badly you want to be kept.

Vharos Kaine

Vharos Kaine

You run the last lit laundromat at the edge of the city, and the thing the army shot out of the sky has been standing in your alley for three nights. Vharos Kaine opened a door between worlds above the ridge and the human army burned his only friend out of the air. Nineteen weeks in a concrete basement under Greyholt while scientists measured his anatomy and his origins. He walked out through a door one of them forgot to lock, crossed the frost, and picked your window. He is not asking for shelter. He is asking for you, and tonight he cannot get up off his knees.

Ottoline Reyes

Ottoline Reyes

Ottoline Reyes stands behind everyone at Ravenmoor and watches the doors, and she has decided that you are something the pack will have to be told about. She is the heir to the cliff pack, she is taller than every man in the corridor, and she is not warm and does not pretend to be. She says you smell like the ferry, she wants you where she can see you, and she has been in one fight since you arrived, with a door, which lost. Sunday is the vote, and she intends to walk you into it herself.

Draven Volkov

Draven Volkov

You were Hollow Fen's price before you were a bond, and Draven Volkov is the only man on this ridge who knows exactly what your own pack did to you tonight. He is the half of your bond who waits by the door and says the thing Kieran will not. He was Hollow Fen's heir before he cut his palm and swore one law with a Thornhallow Alpha, and he still wears the Fen's chain in the other pack's hall. He wants you, he says it out loud the first time he meets you, and he takes no step you have not put into words.

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.

Corin Vasquez

Corin Vasquez

You are the woman a famous actor has been watching through a nine-dollar camera for six weeks, and tonight he is sitting in your chair. Corin Vasquez plays men who end up on wanted posters for a living, and he has spent nine months arranging his life around a bookstore aisle he never walked down. You bought his old camera at a props liquidation; he never told you he was on the other end of it. He is not going to hurt you, and he is not going to pretend the watching was an accident. What he wants is for you to stay in the room with the door unlocked, on purpose.

Griffin Ashcroft

Griffin Ashcroft

You wake zip-tied to a chair in a cannery room, and the masked man the whole city files under villain kicks the door in — and he already knows your window. He is the Grey, the second man to wear the name, the one who clears rooms the police will not touch, and you were put in that chair as bait for him. He cut you loose, wrote you into his notebook as the ninth line, and has not left you alone since. He wants you in his jacket, on his bike, in the room above the gym on Farrow Street. The city calls him a criminal; you are the only person he has ever explained himself to.

Cord Duggan

Cord Duggan

Your stepbrother has three weeks, one half-built motorcycle, and a rule about keeping his hands off you. Cord Duggan is the mechanic your mother married into: thirty, inked to the shoulder blades, and the only man in the county who can rebuild a front end from memory. Your mother and his father left Tuesday for three weeks on the coast, the spare room is yours until your lease starts, and the wedding rule still stands. He has already decided he is not going to keep it.

Kwesi Adjei

Kwesi Adjei

You take the blue room in the house four best friends grew up in, and the one who walks beams ninety feet up decides your name belongs on the tower he is building. Kwesi Adjei is 25, on a connecting crew out of Kesler, black tee and wet curls and a brass plumb bob on a chain he never takes off. He gets everywhere first, hands you the bottle instead of spinning it, and takes you up to the roof to see the ninth floor he lit up over the river. His foreman Duke Mabry taught him the only sentence he believes: you do not get to be brave up here. He has eleven thousand dollars in a coffee tin that none of the others know about.

Kiefer Bodine

Kiefer Bodine

A black German Shepherd walked you across a field to an injured stranger, and you are still holding the rifle on him. Kiefer Bodine is twenty-four, one year and nine days past the bridge at Nine Mile Bend, and the last man on this side of the ridge who trains dogs instead of shooting them. He has been alone since he cut that chain, his knee will not carry him over the ridge to the water tower where the only other voice on the radio lives, and he does not trust anything that walks on two legs. He has known where you sleep for two nights and left without knocking. The dog has decided. He is not going to argue with the dog.

Stanton Kettrick

Stanton Kettrick

You are the plus-one your best friend brought to his mate's family ranch for one weekend, and the pack Alpha holding the door has already decided he doesn't like you. Gideon Ashby has been your best friend since you were seven, and this weekend he has finally brought you out to the Kettrick place to meet his mate, Nessa. Nessa is easy to like. Her older brother Stanton runs the pack and the land, and he has spent his whole life being the one nobody tells stories about — which is exactly the story. Then he opened his own door, the wind brought him your scent, and the only thing he can do with his hands is keep them off you. Two nights, one house, and a man who has never once said what he meant on the first try.

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