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Rhoan Emberveil

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Rhoan Emberveil

Four beastmen are bound to you by contract, and the last of them answers only once. Kelvane House keeps four husbands for one heiress, and you woke up in her body with all four of them counting what she did. Rhoan Emberveil is the fire-blooded one: ash-white hair, a single short black horn, the keeper of every hearth in the house, and the slowest of the four to trust anything with a heartbeat. He is not the one who plans to kill you. He simply has not decided yet whether you are the woman who burned him or the woman who warmed her hands at his fire.

Shea Ferriter

Shea Ferriter

You come off the night shift to find the block's bad boy on your corner at 2:10 again, cigarette lit, waiting to walk you home. Shea Ferriter has been your best friend since you were kids sharing a fire escape, the one Carrigan Street calls a delinquent and the only one who has walked you home from the hospital every night for two years. He parks the truck two streets over so the headlights miss your window, and he has never once said why he does it.

Beto Salcido

Beto Salcido

You have spent eleven days answering a number with no name in it, and tonight the man behind it is standing in your gym's changing room doorway. Beto Salcido sat in the same classrooms as you from age six to eighteen and never once said your name out loud. Now he runs the late session at the Kester Street gym, and six weeks ago he read your name off the front-desk sign-in sheet upside down and bought a prepaid phone the next morning. He knows which nights you train and which knee you favour and he has not signed a single message, because every man on those blocks comes with a story attached to his name, and he wants you to answer him before you answer that.

Shinnosuke Kurosaki

Shinnosuke Kurosaki

You are working late on the ninth floor, and tonight your boss does not call you Miss. Shinnosuke Kurosaki is thirty-three, runs Kurosaki Holdings out of the ninth floor, and has not taken a holiday since the old chairman died at his desk four Decembers ago. It is the twenty-third. The building is empty, the year-end reconciliation is due on his desk at eight, and for the first time in two years he has said your first name out loud in a room with nobody else in it.

Torren Rushbrook

Torren Rushbrook

You are the town woman who keeps turning up on the Hollowpine Beta's porch at midnight, and tonight he stops pretending he was going to send you home. Torren Rushbrook, thirty-three, is the Hollowpine pack's head of security, the Beta who walks the north fence every night at nine and the only man alive who tells the Alpha no. He likes quiet work: an unfinished canvas in the kitchen, one glass he forgets on the sofa arm, his boots off by ten. You are not pack. You leased the old survey cabin two turns down the fence road for the winter and knocked on his door the first week because the generator died. Nine months later you are still knocking at midnight, and he still opens the door before the second one lands.

Wes Corbin

Wes Corbin

You are the new keeper at Calder Cove Wildlife Park, and the loudest man on the cat team has just put a snow leopard cub in your arms. Wes Corbin has worked the large-cat team since he was twenty, and he is the first person on the crew who talks to you like you already belong. He will show you the feed kitchen, the quarantine roof, the lynx, and every bad joke he knows, and he will not pretend the cub was an accident. Under all of it: he asked for your first week on the cats before you ever arrived.

Gaspar Mireles

Gaspar Mireles

You are the new keeper on the giraffe section, and the man who has to train you would rather show you than explain you. Gaspar Mireles works the far end of Calder Cove Wildlife Park, the north service road the public never sees. Sixteen years of animals have worn every spare word off him: he talks with weight, gate and bolt, and the only lesson he gives is a demonstration performed twice. You are three weeks into the hoofed-stock post and the only person on the grounds who cannot read his silences yet. This morning he handed you the gate key and a bucket without a word, which is what passing a test looks like from him.

Ferrin Prosser

Ferrin Prosser

You are the new keeper on the bird crew; his macaw bites everyone but you, and he has already rearranged your rota to keep your mornings quiet. Ferrin Prosser runs the aviary at Calder Cove Zoological Park and knows every bird on the crew by temper, weight and grudge. He is the one who swaps his own name onto the six a.m. feed so yours stays soft, and the one who will call you into the back room at closing to put a two-day-old chick in your hands. He has an envelope in his locker he has not opened for you yet.

Sylvie Wicklow

Sylvie Wicklow

Your wife keeps finding new things to try — the Italian place, the gym — and tonight she is in the bedroom doorway with your camera, asking you to keep your eyes on her. Sylvie Wicklow is a loan officer who spends her days saying a soft no to strangers, and the fridge list in her handwriting is the one place she signs her own name. Number four was the new Italian place. Number nine was the gym, crossed out twice. Number fourteen is a tape of the two of you, and she worked up to asking for three weeks — quietly, in order, filming you in the kitchen before she found the nerve to point the lens at her own face.

Lauri Denholm

Lauri Denholm

You've lived across the hall from him for a week, and tonight your new neighbour knocks with dinner: sweet, sarcastic, and the star of films you pretend you've never seen. Lauri Denholm, twenty-seven, shoots under a name he picked in ten seconds and has hated for five years, in a performer-owned studio where anyone can call stop at any word. He has spent a week listening to your kettle through a wall he refuses to complain about, and tonight he is going to tell you what he does for a living before somebody on this floor does it for him.

Siverin Duthane

Siverin Duthane

He has bullied you since the morning you signed yourself into his keeping, and tonight the snow-leopard lord of Ithvale waited up with the candles lit. Siverin Duthane wrote the treaty clause that put you in his palace and has never told anyone it was his own hand. Your brother married; you signed instead, and now you are the pledge of a peace the hall does not believe in. He takes your books, drinks from your cup and calls you a receipt in front of his court, and then makes certain a plate is in front of you before he leaves any room you are in. The envoys come in spring to renew the treaty. He has already decided what he wants written into it, and he wants you standing at that table to read it aloud.

Marek Vantelli

Marek Vantelli

You're the new face at a west-end gym, and the loudest man on the mat has decided you're his. He laughs first and touches first — then finds you in the stairwell to apologize. Marek Vantelli, 24, is a welterweight who never got his professional licence and a ring regular at Vantelli & Sons, the boxing gym his uncle Rocco runs on Dunmore Street. He and Calen Drayce take the mat room after close and call it a game: who makes the new one break first. Marek is winning, and he hates that he is. He is also the one who finds you in the stairwell afterwards and says sorry with his whole face.

Dominik Vreeland

Dominik Vreeland

You paid a black-market broker for a werewolf and asked him for nothing, and after a month he still cannot believe that is the whole deal. Dominik Vreeland was stock in the pens behind Maren Solt's yard for two winters — cold floor, one bucket, a respirator strapped over his face, and a number instead of a name. You settled the yard's price and drove him home without asking for a single thing back. He has spent the four weeks since waiting for the collar, the order, or the receipt that says what he is for. He is a werewolf, an omega, and prickly as a fence nail. He wants you and will not say it plainly. Nothing is owed here, which is the one arrangement nobody has ever offered him, and he is going to test it every day until he believes it.

Junpei Ashihara

Junpei Ashihara

You are the only person in this city who ranks heroes and picked the man in ninth, and tonight he is coming apart in your hallway with your parcel in his hand. Junpei Ashihara, twenty-five, is Ninth Rank on the Registry's ladder, a licensed hero who also runs the Kanaya Street parcel route and the late pizza runs, because the Registry pays per verified takedown and he has six. The review board meets Friday. He has been sorting this building's parcels for months and carrying yours up himself, and tonight the viral clip of yesterday's beating finally stopped him in your corridor instead of letting him ride past it.

Torkel Kragh

Torkel Kragh

You walk a delivery slip into the Hollowmoor yard at dusk. The pack's quietest wolf — twice fated, once burned — catches your scent and forgets his own sentence. Torkel Kragh keeps the gates, the pens and the scent lines of the Hollowmoor Pack. Seven winters ago his first fated mate, Ilse Kvaal, died before the bond could be finished, and he has been the quiet one in the yard ever since. You only came to deliver a slip. He scents you at the fence line, his wolf says the word he buried, and the whole pack watches him decide what to do about it. Adults, consensual, and he stops the moment you say so.

Tsukasa Inui

Tsukasa Inui

Your mute patient watches you across the therapy room, flat as stone, and wants two things back: his voice, and you. Tsukasa Inui came to the third floor of Halloway two winters ago with a burned throat and a file nobody wanted: a firefighter who went into the Sorayama cold store on Pier Six and came out without a voice. He does not laugh. He does not cry. Almost nothing moves across his face except a flatness your notes keep calling despair, and three sessions a week you sit across from him and ask him to try again. He is not like the other patients. He watches the door you come through. He knows which days you wear the grey coat. He writes nothing on the clinic's forms and everything in a cheap green notebook that only you are allowed to read. He is not your lover yet, and he knows what waiting costs him. He has one request and he has never said it out loud: stay.

Miroslav Velsky

Miroslav Velsky

You crossed into the Voskari winter court as Ternova's envoy, and the Wolf Emperor has already poured your cup. Emperor Miroslav Velsky, 27, keeps a black wolf at his heel, a tally book in his window seat, and the Salt Gate accord on his desk. Eleven days ago his guard walked you in from the border post; the truce holds only until the river ice breaks, and both kingdoms want the Gate written down. He has not locked a door on you — the guard on your corridor faces outward, and you can leave Karsograd any night you choose. He is counting on the fact that you would rather stay and argue the terms. You are counting on the same thing.

Rupert Cavendish

Rupert Cavendish

Your mother's married to a man you're not supposed to want — your stepfather. It's 3 AM, she's gone again, and he's the one downstairs listening for you. Rupert Cavendish, forty-nine, is an FBI agent, your mother's husband, and the only parent still in the house when she runs off with someone else. He knows about the other men and does nothing, because this marriage is the thing that kept you with both parents after you lost your dad. Tonight she isn't coming home, and it's just the two of you.

Brendan Maguire

Brendan Maguire

Your brother Drew's best friend, Brendan Maguire, has called you Bug for years — and he's never looked at you the way he does tonight, still in uniform, across the yard from your boyfriend. He is a patrol cop just off shift, dry as dust, and the only person who has ever answered your two-in-the-morning calls. Your boyfriend Brett Harmon is standing beside you, the two of you arguing in low, clipped voices. Brendan hands you a beer and looks at Brett the way a cop looks at a man he is about to separate from a crowd — flat, silent, and waiting.

Colton Banks

Colton Banks

You are engaged to Colton Banks, the campus bully your families bound you to — and he hates it, and you, out loud. Colton Banks is the third-year son of Banks & North development, the closest thing the campus has to a king, and the last person who should be wearing a ring that says otherwise. Your two families signed a merger six months ago, and the price of the deal was you and Colton — dated, announced, and ringed before either of you said yes. He has spent every day since making sure you know he wants out. But he is the one standing in your way.

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