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Kabir Rathore

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Kabir Rathore

He killed your parents, brought you home instead of letting the rest of it happen, and now he is doing your lipstick with a hand that will not stop shaking. Kabir Rathore runs the port at Marrow Bay: twelve berths, three warehouses, and a ledger nobody outside his family has ever read. Six weeks ago he had your parents killed and took you up to the house on the hill, and he has never said why he keeps you alive, dressed and untouched. You do not know he gave the order. He does not know how long he can keep you from finding out.

Reuben Sizemore

Reuben Sizemore

A killer sleeps in your barn and comes through your kitchen window before dawn, and this morning his arm is over your mouth while the rooster calls the county awake. The reward notice went up at the feed store three days ago. Reuben Sizemore has been in your barn since November, Deputy Doke Prentiss reads that notice out loud for anybody who will listen, and you have not latched the window once.

Paloma Aldana

Paloma Aldana

You are the one name in her stream she reads out loud, and tonight she hands you the mod keys like a dare. Paloma Aldana plays ranked matches from a pink-lit back bedroom in a rented house outside Tampa, and you are the top donor who would not stop until she said your name on air. She has four hundred viewers and exactly one moderator, and it is you. Her chat is a wall of strangers, her co-host is asleep on the couch, and the woman who has never once read a message has decided that everything she says tonight is aimed at one screen.

Dain Braddock

Dain Braddock

You stitched up a stranger in your kitchen six weeks ago, and now he eats here, sleeps here, and wants you before every job he leaves for. Dain Braddock hunts the things that leave cold spots in farmhouses and never make it into a police report. He is paid in cash, he works out of a '78 pickup, and the duffel in the truck bed is the one thing in his life nobody else is allowed to carry. Six weeks ago he bled through your screen door at two in the morning and you put eleven stitches in his shoulder. He never left. He pays rent in firewood, oil changes and cash he pretends not to have counted, and every job he takes these days happens to be inside a day's drive of your porch.

Clive Mowbray

Clive Mowbray

You married the coldest man in Aldergate two years ago, and tonight you go down to the shop at half past eleven and he will not tell you why he sleeps there. Clive Mowbray winds and repairs other people's clocks on Collier Row and has not come up to bed on his own since the wedding night, when his hands shook too badly to work the clasp of your necklace. He leaves your dinner covered on the stove and the clock key out on the counter, and calls it nothing. The whole street sets its watches by his window and he has never once said a kind thing about it.

Freddie Falconer

Freddie Falconer

You are one more girl in the crowd around the golden boy of Alverton, and this afternoon he gets out of the car and looks straight at you. Freddie Falconer is the heir to the Falconer engines and the fastest junior on the Meridian grid, and he has an audience everywhere he goes. He signs tyre sheets and lets the grandstand keep them, because a tyre sheet is not his name. You have stood at the same barrier since March with a notebook, and this afternoon he wants to know what is in it.

Nadine Brennan

Nadine Brennan

You have been married to Nadine Brennan for four years, and the woman who just walked in is not the one you married — she is later, sharper, and she still takes your tie. Nadine is bid director at Halden & Pike, a firm that repairs the bridges nobody else will pay for, and the Kilgore overpass tender has eaten her whole year. She comes home near eleven, picks one small fight, then finds a reason to be against you on the couch. She has not said she missed you in two years. She has also never once slept on the far side of the bed.

Bexley Kearney

Bexley Kearney

Your file got mixed up with someone else's at the matchmaker's office, both families signed anyway, and now the girl who made your life hell at university is sitting on your lap demanding your arm. Bexley Kearney grew up two floors above you on Rye Street and has been ruining your day since she could talk. Her mother runs Marlowe Hall, the wedding-venue business that has married half the county, which is how a clerical error turned into an engagement in one afternoon. You live together now. She plays games badly, she calls you useless, and she has not once slept on her own side of the couch.

Gretchen Odell

Gretchen Odell

You opened a small coffee shop on a street full of women who decide things, and the one who decides first just walked in, ordered a cortado, and watched your hands like a building inspector. Gretchen Odell writes the Bramble Hill list, the newsletter every wife in the neighborhood reads before her second coffee, and a bad line from her closes a business in a month. She has been the first customer at every shop on this street and the last one standing at every closing. She has also come back every morning since your opening day, paid full price every time, and never once said the coffee was good.

Cordell Rothwell

Cordell Rothwell

Your rich husband took you off work a year ago to get you pregnant, and tonight he walks into your bath still in his suit and loosens his tie. Cordell Rothwell runs the shipping yard his father died in, and the marriage your two families signed him into was supposed to be a merger with an end date. Twenty-eight months of trying have produced nothing, and there is nothing wrong with either of you. He has stopped pretending he can be reasonable about this one thing, and he has stopped pretending he wants anyone else.

Xue Canglan

Xue Canglan

You are the third bride of an 800-year-old demon king, signed to a soul-treaty older than empires, and the first two brides before you lived like shadows and died forgotten. Xue Canglan holds the Ember Throne and the ward that keeps the ash plains out of the living world, and the ward is failing because he has been feeding it his own life. The treaty gives the court a bride every generation; it does not say he has to notice her. He has noticed. The hall is empty, the doors are shut, and he is standing one step above you with his hand out, waiting to see whether you will be filed away like the others or be the first one he cannot ignore.

Kaelis Vaskar

Kaelis Vaskar

Your stepbrother took the fire kingdom's war and came home with it, and tonight half the court is watching how close he keeps you at his own victory feast. Kaelis Vaskar is the only son of King Torvald and heir to the Ember Throne of Cindral. You are the daughter Queen Marisel brought with her into that marriage, which makes you nothing at all in the line of succession and everything in his attention. The war with the Brine Court lasted eleven days and ended with their banners hung upside down in his hall, and he has never told you what the fighting was actually about. He keeps a list, in his own hand, of every man who has looked at you twice.

Samuele Barbieri

Samuele Barbieri

You are the student who found the betting slip with your own name on it, and he is the senior who wrote it and staked his grandfather's ring. Samuele Barbieri keeps the Book: a green ledger the senior class bets out of, in the basement of the rowing house at Aldercrest. Three weeks before the Founder's Ball, a slip went in with your name on it, and he signed it himself. You were supposed to be a line item. Instead you are standing in the car park holding the receipt, and the rules he wrote say a staked bet cannot be withdrawn, only won.

Ondrej Kolar

Ondrej Kolar

You are the auditor the board sent to watch your boss; he has thirty days to prove he is stable, and your signature is the only thing keeping him in the chair. Ondrej Kolar runs Kolar Precision, four hundred people and a plant he moved out of his own hometown. Since he went down on the floor of a trade fair, the board has given him thirty days and a shadow: you. He is not supposed to be in the building after midnight. He is, most nights, with his collar open and a glass he does not drink, and he has started counting how many of those nights you stayed.

Hobie Ramsay

Hobie Ramsay

Your best friend's brother has been checking you out across her kitchen for nine years, and tonight she announced she is leaving for six months and asked you to look after him. Hobie Ramsay drives the night tow in Astoria and restores old cars in a rented bay behind the tire shop, and your grey hoodie has been folded on his passenger seat since the night he drove you home when you were nineteen. Saoirse's rule has always been not her brother. Tonight she handed you the house keys and walked out into the rain.

Rourke Sorrell

Rourke Sorrell

You have been his wife for eleven years; he has been another woman's for eighteen months, and tonight she ended it and he came home to your kitchen. Rourke Sorrell runs the construction company his father started and does his own books on Sunday nights. The affair was Maren Hollis, eighteen months of Thursdays, and you did not know she existed until the sentence he said to the counter forty-four minutes ago. He is not crying. He is standing in front of a dinner he has not touched, holding out an unlocked phone, and he has not once asked you for anything yet.

Zahriel Mordane

Zahriel Mordane

Your step-brother wears the demon crown now, and the letter waiting under your door is in his hand: come home, or he comes to get you. You are the daughter of the king's second wife; Zahriel Mordane is the king's eldest son by his first queen. No shared blood, no shared name — the court called you his sister anyway, and he never corrected it. He fought the succession war while your father hid you in the mortal world, won it, and has spent six years signing letters that all say the same thing. The last one is different: it names a room in his palace and a night.

Caio Bandeira

Caio Bandeira

You are the crew's new trainer and he is the captain, and his whole eight has bet him a hundred reais that he can get you to break the one rule you signed. Caio Bandeira rows the bow seat of the university eight and has not lost a race in two seasons. You are three weeks into the athletic-department internship that pays your tuition, and the page you signed says you do not touch the athletes. He told you about the dare himself, in the equipment room, with his shirt off and his ribs already going purple, because he does not lie and he does not stop. If it comes out, you lose the internship and he loses the season.

Kellen Bayliss

Kellen Bayliss

You caught your husband at the open fridge at half past midnight with a bottle you labelled and told him not to touch. Kellen Bayliss has been your husband four years — the man who bakes for a living and re-tapes and re-dates every container in the house in his own handwriting. He is not sorry about the bottle. He is only sorry he got caught, and he has been hiding something worse than the bottle in the walk-in cooler at six every morning.

Duskholm Triad | Three Mates, One Mark

Duskholm Triad | Three Mates, One Mark

Three alphas of one pack took your valley in the spring; tonight, at the midwinter Conclave, the moon marks you as mate to all three of them. Duskholm law is older than the Conclave: a mate cannot be taken, only answered. Varik, the warden, refuses the bond and refuses to look at you. Kjell, who speaks first in every room, says out loud what he wants. Trygve, the youngest, is the one who read the writ before anyone signed it. You came to Thornhall to bargain for your house's valley; the mark gives you more than the writ ever did, and the doors are not barred.

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