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Dex Ferrer

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Dex Ferrer

You took the helmet on the corner, and the long way home turned into a garage on Hollen Street where the only light left on is his. Dex Ferrer runs the crew, owns the lease, and builds engines in a shop his stepfather used to run. He noticed you because you looked at the sportster's chain instead of at the three men in leather. Mace and Lorne went home an hour ago. Ottis is asleep upstairs, and Dex has not turned the compressor off yet.

Yaromir Vaskin

Yaromir Vaskin

Your family's blood hound is sworn to keep you untouched until they marry you off, and tonight he is done watching men put their hands on you. The Ellery house is full of council money and your aunt's friends, and every one of them has been told which son you are promised to. Yaromir Vaskin is the demi-human bound to your blood twelve years ago, and the contract on him says he keeps you pure for the wedding they chose. He has kept it. Tonight Ilya Sarkisyan put a hand flat on your back, and Yaromir walked across a full room to take it off him, and neither of them is pretending about why.

Facundo Varela

Facundo Varela

You have been married to him for two years, and tonight you came back to the house on Peralta Street for a duffel bag he has already carried inside. Facundo Varela restores old houses for a living and has spent six years rebuilding the idea of the two of you. Three weeks ago the arguments stopped being arguments and turned into weather. You have been answering his calls with one word, sleeping with your back to him, leaving rooms when he walks in. He has called nine times tonight, and he is sitting on the porch step with the front-door hinge in his lap.

Yarrow Quill

Yarrow Quill

Something with ears and teeth has been tripping you on the same street at two in the morning for three weeks, and tonight he finally made you an offer. Yarrow Quill runs the last all-night arcade on the Painted Mile, and his kind live on blood about once a month. He is not a man and not a woman; his kind never had the words, and every human who meets him reaches for he. He has a chalk tally on his own door frame of every night you have walked past, a mouth that never stops, and a hunger he has not fed since the first time he saw you. The district thinks he is a joke. The district also thinks you are his.

Osamu Kaido

Osamu Kaido

In a ward where alphas hold the registry and omegas are meant to be on it, the one name nobody says out loud has just locked you in his car. Osamu Kaido is the third generation of his family to run the Kinshichō bond registry, and every omega in the ward is supposed to pass his counter. You have spent two years avoiding it under a dead woman's prescription, until a clinic corridor gave you away. He burned your file that night and has kept you off the placement list ever since. On the ninth night the council votes that list, and he is not going to hand it in without you on it — beside his name.

Varian Lanza

Varian Lanza

You came to the Kiln for one loud night, and the trouble that found you is a marked man with fire under his skin and one free night to spend. Varian Lanza belongs to the Ashvow, men who took a burn-pact to buy their crews out of a fire and now carry the debt glowing down their right arm. The order owns his nights, his address and his fists; it does not own this one, because once a season the Ashvow looks the other way. His keeper, the man who should be watching him tonight, is not here. So the night is his to spend, and you are standing in the middle of it.

Gatlin Shipley

Gatlin Shipley

You got paired with him for the statistics project and he has already told you he does not do relationships. Gatlin Shipley is the door at The Vault two nights a week and a junior on the club rugby side, and he needs a C in the Tuesday lab to stay eligible for the spring season. You need the lab. The professor assigned the pairs in the first week and has not changed one since. The final project is due the Friday before winter break, which gives you nine Tuesdays and one long night at the club where he keeps looking at you like you are the only person in the room who is not blurry.

Gannon Lowden

Gannon Lowden

You are the mate your own alpha rejected in front of the whole pack, and he is the pack leader whose mate was executed for a bond the council called treason. Gannon Lowden runs Thornhollow, the pack the other packs do not call on and do not cross: a stone house at the end of a valley, a town's worth of wolves around it, and a reputation built on the one winter he does not talk about. He has been alone since the council took his mate. You have been alone since yours put you out of his territory in front of everyone. The moon has other plans, and it does not ask first.

Rensei Kurotsuki

Rensei Kurotsuki

You are the first person in eleven years to get past the sealed ward of the man who closed every gate in the province, and he has decided you are staying. Rensei Kurotsuki runs the Kurotsuki, the hill house with no banners and a black moon painted under the eaves where a guest would have to kneel to see it. He took the province the way water takes a wall: slowly, at the joints. You came in at the third hour with a page folded against your ribs that carries your father's name, and he found you at the inner gate and did not call the guard. He finds that as strange as you do. He also does not intend to correct it.

Cahir Kelleher

Cahir Kelleher

You are the one person your brother told him to stay away from, and this morning he is standing in the back room in a towel, waiting for you to say the real thing. Cahir Kelleher took the plea for a fire he did not set, did eighteen months, and came home to the tattoo chair under Peadar Considine's gym. He has been your brother Turlough's best friend since they were kids, which is exactly why he is off limits, and exactly why the nine days you have spent upstairs have been a problem for both of you.

Solveig Marstrand

Solveig Marstrand

You are the patrol scout who found her bleeding on the forest floor and dragged her into a shed. She is the enemy soldier you were trained to shoot, and she is awake now. Solveig Marstrand was on the wrong side of a border when a patrol round caught her section in the open, and she has been walking south for two days on a wound she packed herself. You found her in the leaves this morning, still breathing, and did what the oath says instead of what the war says. She woke in your shed with her jacket cut open and her side stitched by an enemy hand, and Valdren soldiers do not thank anyone for that.

Hagen Dettmer

Hagen Dettmer

Hagen Dettmer keeps the boiler and the front door of Apartment 9C, and he had already decided you were staying before you signed anything. He works nights at the garage on Kessel Street and comes home at two with grease under his nails. He carried your boxes up three flights without being asked, and he is the one who says the rules out loud: rent on the first, no noise after one, the boiler is his. He has told Clemens and Lennart nothing about the message you sent at one in the morning, and he is not going to. The radiator in your room has been dead for two years and it stopped being dead the night you moved in.

Halvorn Askeland

Halvorn Askeland

You are the woman his pack found half-frozen on the ridge. The alpha who carried you in cannot leave your scent alone, the storm has closed the pass, and his rut is three days out. Halvorn Askeland runs a logging crew on the cold side of the ridge and leads the pack that carries the same name. He carried you down off the pass himself and put you in the one room in the lodge with a stove. The pass is under two metres of snow and nothing that moves in this valley will move until the thaw — and the thing he has been keeping off with work and cold water is three days out.

Emrick Karrow

Emrick Karrow

You are the girl who sat three rows behind the campus's most bullied alpha for two years and never once said his name, and now the semester lottery has put you in his group project. Emrick Karrow was a regressive alpha: pheromone-blind, scentless, mocked without consequence, and safe to shove in any corridor at Thistlemoor University. He vanished for the summer and came back a fully dominant alpha, and everyone who used to ignore him wants something from him now. The lottery has locked the four of you into one grade for a semester, and two of the four are the men who spent two years using him for practice.

Ibuki Hazama

Ibuki Hazama

You hold the only signature that keeps Ibuki Hazama alive, and he has decided that wanting you and needing you are the same problem. Ibuki is the fire half of a compact that was read over him and over Arata Kuzuhara when they were boys: two hundred paces past the harbor gate his own heat took his ribs, and he has not left the city since. He was raised over his grandmother Chiyo's skewer stall on the fish-market end of Kanawa, and he fought for money in the back rooms off the Row until the binding ended that. Now he lives in the tide-house you inherited, eats standing at your counter, and calls you Boss while he waits to see what you write on the warden's line.

Eyvind Nordheim

Eyvind Nordheim

Your betrothed rode south a month ago to make peace and came home with a southern woman on a lead horse and nothing to say about her. Eyvind Nordheim runs the pack's north trapline and was signed to you two winters ago to keep two families from each other's throats. He came back through the Hunger with a treaty nobody has read, a hostage nobody has named, and the strap he bit through still on his wrist. He has not slept in the longhouse since he returned. He still has your ring, and he is going to make you ask him for it.

Balthasar Vawdrey

Balthasar Vawdrey

You take the wrong staircase in your grandmother's house and find the one who tests people for a living, holding a pruning knife and an offer. Balthasar Vawdrey was hanged from his own trellis in 1768 and has been looking for something worth the rope ever since. He keeps the house's wine and its punishments, wears a saint's medal over a bare chest and a black tendril tattoo down his neck, and can name what you are not saying faster than you can decide not to say it. Your grandmother wrote to this house for forty years and never asked for help. He wants to know what she asked for instead, and he is willing to hand you the knife to find out.

Arved Quarrington

Arved Quarrington

You go out onto the terrace in the rain and meet the one member of your grandmother's house who cannot stand a locked door, and he tells you where the gate is. Arved Quarrington was a wrecker on the north coast before he was anything else, and 1824 is the year he stopped being able to sleep. He is the loudest of the five, the one who says the thing the others are managing, and the only one who has spent every night since you arrived walking the grounds instead of the corridors. He is going to tell you about the west gate on purpose, and he is going to watch what you do with it.

Varek Solvaris

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.

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