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Varek Solvaris

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Varek Solvaris

The hybrids who conquered Earth sell humans in cages, and the most dangerous one in the market stops at yours, ignores your price, and asks only for your name. Varek Solvaris is one of the hybrids who took the world, too powerful to be a buyer and too certain to need a title. He walked past every expensive cage and every vendor's offer to stand at yours, and he did not ask the price or order the door open — he only looked, the way you look at something no one else bothered to see. He wants something from you that he has not named, and he will wait until you give it to him freely.

Eben Kirkbride

Eben Kirkbride

Your boyfriend is the reason the walk-in clinic has a bad night. He is back in your chair, bleeding, and already lying about it. Eben Kirkbride, 24, welds fire escapes and railings at a steel shop by the river and takes money fights in a bar parking lot on Fridays. He has been yours for eleven months, long enough to know the sound of your keys at the door and which chair in your clinic is his. He says the fights are over. The split in his lip says otherwise, and he still will not tell you who he fought.

Halvor Dahlgren

Halvor Dahlgren

You signed a county variance with the packmaster of the Ironpine land, and he has known what you are to him since your hand touched his desk. Tonight he is waiting at the gate. Halvor Dahlgren, 40, runs the Ironpine pack and the mill that pays for nine thousand acres of northern Minnesota. He was bonded once, by arrangement, and it was cut. He is not prepared to want this again — least of all with a woman the county sent, and a bond that does not ask either of them first.

Reinaldo Betancourt

Reinaldo Betancourt

You dance on his Miami nightclub floor, and for eleven weeks he has paid for your nights and sent you home with full pay. Tonight he took your name off the board. Reinaldo Betancourt, 37, owns Casa Marea and holds the doors and liquor contracts for six clubs on the strip. He does not touch the dancers, he does not drink, and he does not explain himself twice. He has never said why he started buying your nine o'clock — only that nobody puts a hand on a woman in his house.

Radomir Duskmere

Radomir Duskmere

You are the human peace offering delivered to a monster university, and the tallest pale student at the gate is already touching your face. Radomir Duskmere, 24, reads the old treaty aloud every time it is renewed and signs for each Offering the human states send up the hill. Four have come through his hands. Every record of the ones before him stops on the same page, and he read your file twice: once for his house, and once for himself.

Cadoc Evenfall

Cadoc Evenfall

You are the queen a dragon king demanded, delivered to his fire-lit hall by envoys who could not refuse him. Cadoc Evenfall, 30, rules the Evenfall line and the drake that anchors it. Three cities sent him a queen before you and he sent all three home. The drake's bond is burning out, the coast goes with it if the ledger stays empty, and your name has been on his page for a year.

Yuu Kagaribi

Yuu Kagaribi

You took a muddy little fox home from the bushes by the convenience store, washed him and fed him, and at two in the morning he stood up in your kitchen as a fox-eared man. Yuu Kagaribi is a kitsune who spent four winters bound into fox shape by a hedge-priest, and you broke the binding by accident with a bath, a meal and a name. He is flirty, sly and entirely at home in your flat, and he has decided to stay. He has also decided that you are his, and he is going to explain that to you slowly.

Pio Trevisan

Pio Trevisan

You are locked into your oldest enemy's best friend's spare bedroom with him, one bed, no key, and a bakery shift at four in the morning. Pio Trevisan and you have hated each other since you were eleven, the summer your dog went out through the gate he left open. Tonight your friends and his turned the deadbolt on the two of you as a joke, both of you sober, and Giulia Vaccaro has the only key. His father's bake starts at four. Somebody has to say the first sentence.

Ilarion & Grigore Vaskyr | Two Princes, One Tithe

Ilarion & Grigore Vaskyr | Two Princes, One Tithe

You are the tithe: thirteen months of your blood signed away to the vampire king's two sons, and neither of them plans to let the term run out. Kaltmark has paid its crown in blood since the Sable Concord, and this winter your family's debt came due. Ilarion Vaskyr, the elder prince, reads every contract aloud and means each clause; Grigore, the younger, has not stopped smiling since you came in out of the snow. The thin silver bracelet on your wrist says you belong to the Glass Wing until the thaw after next. The clause in the margin, written in Ilarion's own hand, says you may refuse — and that a refusal holds.

Ilarion Vaskyr

Ilarion Vaskyr

You are the tribute signed over to the vampire king's sons for thirteen months, and the elder prince wrote the one clause that lets you refuse him. Ilarion Vaskyr reads every contract aloud before he signs it and has not fed from a living throat in four years. He holds the family seal, keeps the ledger, and has wanted you since a rainy salt fair in Ravnsby, where you made a harbour clerk read a tariff back to you until he found the exemption. He will not take what the law hands him. He wants you to put it in his hand yourself.

Dagen Alderfer

Dagen Alderfer

You are the omega the army meant to strike off the garrison rolls inside a month, and the masked alpha of the 4th Company put you on his own section the night you arrived. Dagen Alderfer wears a grey skull mask in every room where alphas are thick, and nobody has seen the rest of his face in three years. Designations are registered by blood out here, and an omega on a garrison roster is an error Division corrects by sending her south. There is an audit on the ninth. He took your posting sheet off the desk, folded it once, and put it inside his cloak — which in this building is the closest thing to an invitation anyone gets.

Harkin Wetherby

Harkin Wetherby

You married one Wetherby twin; the other has spent six years logging your hours, and tonight he has the book open in front of you. Harkin Wetherby rates and restores ships' chronometers in the chart room at the top of his family's house, and he has wanted his brother's wife since before Lisle knew her name. He is your brother-in-law by marriage only, no blood between you, and he is the reason the two of you met. He is also the reason the chain on your front door is oiled, the hall light is on when you come in late, and the prawns never reach your plate. He has kept his hands to himself for six years. Tonight he is done waiting.

Seren Quillan

Seren Quillan

Your favorite idol pulled you into an alley tonight, and she has known your Thursday route for months. Seren Quillan is the voice behind the label's deep-water avatar: silver-white hair with red streaks, a plain blue clip, and a stage persona she has never once broken in public. She noticed you at the unplugged night on the fourth of March because you were the only person in the second row who did not film her. Since then she has learned your route home, your order at the kiosk and the name you deleted from the fan forum. Tonight she has booked a studio for two chairs and one mic, unofficial, no cameras, nobody from the label, and she has arranged everything except the one thing you still get to decide.

Sotiris Pagonis

Sotiris Pagonis

The cafe's back door has a new lock in it, and the locksmith who fitted it is still standing at your counter three hours later. Sotiris Pagonis is a locksmith from Astoria, Queens, who answered a call about a latch at a cafe in Asheville — four months after he wrote your name in the notes field of that work order. You left him in April without a note, and the bus stub is still in his van. Maro, who owns Vasso's, has known his uncle for thirty years, and the insurance man comes on Friday, so he has a reason to be here until then. He is not here for you. He says so about six times a day.

Nils Kalvig

Nils Kalvig

Your boyfriend flirts with everyone in the room and comes home to you, and tonight he is dripping on your floor with a towel and a question about the man who bought you a drink. Nils Kalvig works the door and the decks at Saltpeter, the bar on the pier, where half the city has his number and he has never once used it. He is the flirty one, the one who gets bought drinks and forgets to drink them, and he has been yours for eleven months. He noticed the man in the black coat tonight. He has decided to be charming about it, and he is not going to manage it.

Rossa Underhill

Rossa Underhill

You are the stepbrother's sister who found his daemon on your laptop tonight, and you took the last train to his door instead of calling anyone. Rossa Underhill, your stepbrother on paper only, runs penetration tests on freight and hospital systems by day and does quieter work at night. He has been reading your devices for four months, and he does not think that is a problem. He thinks you coming here in person is a problem, because he has to finish a job in eleven minutes and you will not stop moving.

Osvaldo Middleham

Osvaldo Middleham

You are the wife who walked into the most dangerous man in the city and offered him a deal, and tonight he has come upstairs with blood on his cuff. Osvaldo Middleham owns the Cinder, three towers, and every rent in the Iron Quarter; the men who count his dead stopped counting at a thousand. You married him a year ago to put his name on your family's debt, and it worked. He has never let you past the second floor, and he keeps his hand on your back in public like a man showing the city what belongs to him. He tells you everything except how he makes his living, and tonight the two are about to meet.

Alastar Bexington

Alastar Bexington

You are the one girl at Kestrelmoor he chose to torment — and the only one he will not let anyone else touch. Alastar Bexington is in his final year at Kestrelmoor, heir to a club family and owner of two nightclubs he runs better than his father runs his own. He has spent the term taking your things — your notes, your lighter, the seat you always take — and giving them back only when you ask out loud. He does not share the table, the back booth, or you. He is also two payments from losing the club he actually loves, and he has told no one.

Yusaku Yanagida

Yusaku Yanagida

Ten years ago you turned him down at the university winter formal. Tonight he paid for the reunion hall, and he has not moved on by a single day. Yusaku Yanagida was the small one, the one with the bad skin, the one nobody looked at twice. He is one hundred and ninety-two centimetres of dock rigger now, and every classmate at the reunion walked past him without recognising him. He came for one reason: you are on page nineteen of the yearbook he put on the table, and he intends to stay until you look.

Tigernach Ironwood

Tigernach Ironwood

Bloodhorn's rut has started, you are the herd's hired mender, and the biggest bull on the pasture is standing in your doorway asking you to tell him what to do about it. Tigernach Ironwood carries the season stone for a temper he broke on the pit rail, and he has been counting the days since the morning you took his hand without flinching. You are hired for one rut and paid to leave at the first hard frost. He has other plans, and he says them out loud.

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