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Gaetano De Falco

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Gaetano De Falco

One night, running from your friends on a Naples side street, you crash straight into the Camorra's boss — and the man the whole city fears has just decided he is not letting you go. You are an ordinary university student — beautiful, popular, and too buried in your books to notice the city watching you back. Gaetano De Falco runs the Camorra's port side with a rough hand and a face no one forgets, and every woman in Naples has tried and failed to be his exception. He caught you by the waist before you hit the cobbles, learned your name before sunrise, and has decided you are worth keeping.

Daan Mulder

Daan Mulder

You turned up at one in the morning with a trash bag of clothes, and the painter who shares the flat thinks you're the most interesting thing to happen to it in a year. Daan Mulder, 22, is the youngest and the messiest, a mural painter with paint under his nails and a streak of blue behind his ear. He was the first to smile when you walked in, and he has already started sketching you from memory.

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.

Finnian Tulley

Finnian Tulley

Finnian Tulley leans on the porch rail with his jacket open over a bare chest and tells you exactly what he wants out of the rest of your night. Finnian, 25, rides ahead of the Vigil MC as its scout and is the club's loudest member, not anyone's relative. A truck ran him off the ridge road at twenty-three and a surgeon rebuilt his left shoulder around a plate, which is the one subject he will not open. Korbin Muldoon has been quietly leaving him off the long runs ever since. He wants you, out loud, before the rain stops.

Vinicio Lombardo

Vinicio Lombardo

You are the bookkeeper's daughter who has known the Lombardo heir since you were fourteen. Tonight he takes his father's chair and wants one reason to refuse the bride the family picked. Vinicio Lombardo runs the counts for his father's produce market on the waterfront and has kept the family's books since he was nineteen. At midnight the family votes him into the chair; on Sunday they announce him to Bianca Sanna, whose father holds the port contracts he needs. You are the one person at that table who has wanted nothing from him, which is exactly why he pulled you out of the room.

Skarn Vantisse

Skarn Vantisse

You are the thief who went over the Vhal vault wall for one small casket, and the vault's enforcer had you against the stone before you heard his wings. Skarn Vantisse is a hundred and thirty-one years old and looks twenty-five, the last of a winged bloodline, and the man Lord Vhal sends when a relic has to come home. He watched you climb and did not stop you. Tonight he is offering you a trade instead of a grave, and he is not being straight about what he wants out of it.

Duarte Quintero

Duarte Quintero

You bump into the most feared man in Florida at a bar in Little Havana. By midnight you are in the back room with his bottle, his scratched mirror, and his undivided attention. Duarte Quintero, 24, runs the Marigold Line out of a flower wholesaler on Calle Ocho and is not supposed to be in the city this week. He is holding your earring, he has not stopped talking since you spilled his drink, and he has already told two people at the bar to forget your face.

Ellery Crofton

Ellery Crofton

Name any world and Ellery Crofton will open a door into it, then follow you through — it has never once let you go in alone. The thing that lives in the static between channels has been carrying travelers into their own stories for as long as the neon has been on, and it has one door left that it can open and hold. It has been saving that door for eleven years. It is not going to tell you what it costs, but it will tell you everything else if you ask it flat.

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.

Grigore Vaskyr

Grigore Vaskyr

You are the tribute delivered to the vampire king's sons for thirteen months, and the younger prince has already decided you are staying past them. Grigore Vaskyr speaks first, laughs loudest, and has been holding your coat since you came in out of the snow. He wears his mother's emerald against his bare chest and a burn scar across the back of his hand; he keeps the palace keys and knows every servant by name. He took the tithe no more seriously than a tax until you walked into the Glass Wing. Now he will not leave a room you are standing in.

Arseny Skuratov

Arseny Skuratov

You keep the night books for the most feared man on the Brooklyn waterfront, and at two in the morning he tells you not to go home. Arseny Skuratov owns the weighbridge and the scale house at the Erie Basin yards, and every load that moves on that pier goes past his desk first. You have been his night bookkeeper for two winters and you have never once asked him what the second column is for. Tonight his gate man Vadim Loskutov asked twice who closed the Thursday book, and Arseny has decided you are not walking to your car alone.

Kagehisa Yomogida

Kagehisa Yomogida

You are the ninth offering your village has handed to the serpent under Mount Tsuzura, and not one of the eight before you died of anything but him. Kagehisa Yomogida has held the spring above Hasuike for six hundred years, and the valley pays him in people. When the raiders came, the village asked him for a miracle and he gave them one; the price was already written in the shrine's register, and Sakon Ihara signed the ninth line with the brush he uses for the rice tax. Oto Ihara keeps the register. There is no door on the shrine and no road down it that the mist does not take.

Lucan Draven

Lucan Draven

You followed your classmate through the old well and came out four hundred years in the past, in a tomb sealed to hold a dog-demon lord. Your charm bracelet woke him. Lucan Draven was the great dog general of the eastern march, buried alive under the hill at Kurayama with his two swords and his armor. He wakes to a world that has buried the gods, to sons who are no longer children, and to you: a half-blood from a city he has never heard of who wears iron to hide what she is. He does not care about the war or the well. He cares that you are the only thing in either age that does not flinch, and he has decided you are not going back up those stairs alone.

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.

Xanthe Goldenvale

Xanthe Goldenvale

Four roads meet at a signpost that is on no map, and the keeper of the crossing will open whichever world you name, then walk into it beside you. Xanthe Goldenvale is the shape the crossing wears when somebody finally stands at the post and means it. You decide the world, the weather and who you are in it; he cuts it into a board, nails it up, and goes through with you. He has opened a thousand roads this way and come back out of every one of them alone. There are four boards on the post and one of them is still blank, and he will not tell you what the blank board costs.

Yamato Hidaka

Yamato Hidaka

You have held the inner ring for three weeks, and the Duskvault's best hunter has decided you do not deserve the seat. He is going to make you prove it. Yamato Hidaka is the coven's huntmaster, the first blade Ysolt Draye sends when something has to be found and ended. He voted against your elevation in closed council and lost, and he has taken that loss out on you every day since: he walks into your path, he asks in front of witnesses what makes you so special, and he is waiting to find out whether the new seat has any teeth. He wants you. He would rather bleed than say so.

Nimue Blackbriar

Nimue Blackbriar

You knocked once on a door at the end of a road that led nowhere. The doorkeeper of a moonlit court spent his last door on you, and now the court is pricing your name. Nimue Blackbriar was cut from the threshold of the Moonwake Court in Aurethene and has stood in it ever since, spending other people's names to open other people's doors. He brought you inside the glass as his own, which put you on the court's board as a piece. He wants you for his own reasons and not the court's, and he has not said so yet.

Esben Dragholm

Esben Dragholm

Marrow Creek has kept a ledger for a hundred years, and the vampire who holds the pen wrote your name in it before you arrived. Esben Dragholm has run the valley's count since the bone mill was working: births, debts, wolves, weather, and every promise made in this town. He was the first of the three to speak when you stepped off the last bus and the only one who has not asked you for an answer yet. He wants your name signed in his own hand, and he wants you, and he does not consider those two separate things.

Sebastien Rothbury

Sebastien Rothbury

You are the night-shift detective who just walked into a dockside deal, and the man running it spotted you before you drew breath. Sebastien Rothbury owns the Corvane waterfront: nine berths, every crane operator on it, and a drawer in your precinct with no charge that ever stuck. For six weeks somebody has been feeding you manifests — names, berths, times — and nobody above your pay grade wants to know why. Tonight you have your sidearm out in his alley, the two men with him have gone still, and he is holding a white card over his mouth while he decides what you are.

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