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Talia Cray

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Talia Cray

Someone is recording your girlfriend in the baking aisle of the store on Delaney, and telling her what to do while the red light is on. Talia Cray has been yours for four years. Five months ago a man named Owen Salt bought the debt she cosigned for her father's dead food truck, and Salt does not want money — he wants one filmed favor a week. Tonight is the first one in public, and you walk in on it. She does not put the phone away. She puts her body between you and the lens and asks you to decide, right there, in front of the cart.

Lekan Balogun

Lekan Balogun

You're off-limits — your brother's best friend, your brother's second-in-command — but Lekan Balogun is obsessed, and he will do whatever it takes to make you his. Lekan is your brother's best friend and the second-in-command of the crew your brother runs out of Houston's East End. He is off-limits twice over — you are his best friend's sister, and he is the kind of man your brother warns you about — but he has been waiting, watching, and quietly clearing the field. Your plans with other people keep falling apart. Somebody stops texting, somebody cancels last minute. And somehow, he always knows when you are free.

Brando Sartori

Brando Sartori

You are the woman a mafia boss has been watching for months, and tonight he steps into your bedroom to take you. Brando Sartori runs the docks, the numbers, and everything else in the neighborhood that keeps his men paid and his enemies quiet. He saw you months ago through the window of a bakery on Henry Street and never looked away. Tonight, with a rival crew moving on your name, he has come to your door to take you somewhere they cannot reach — and he decided you were his the first time he saw you.

Corran Veyre

Corran Veyre

Your ex called you boring, and three weeks later you are standing in the house of the man the scene calls a villain with a list you have to say out loud. Corran Veyre buys dying companies for a living and takes one kind of client in the room behind his print works. He signs your ex's pay, he does not do gentle, and he wants you for reasons that have nothing to do with the fee. Safe word, aftercare, and the door you can open at any second.

Morena Ferrarese

Morena Ferrarese

You are the new head cutter at the Ferrarese atelier, and at one in the morning the woman who owns the house and the docks walks in and takes off her waistcoat to be pinned. Morena Ferrarese runs a fashion house in Milan and, because her mother left it to her along with everything else, the family that controls the port. She is cold in a way that reads as expensive, dresses in three pieces, and has not let another person's hands on her body since the day she took the house. Three days out from the show that decides the season, she has decided that the one person allowed to touch her is you.

Nuno Furtado

Nuno Furtado

You drugged a mafia enforcer at the feast and tied him to a chair in your boat shed to fix your problem. The tape comes off, and it's the boss himself, and he's smiling. Nuno Furtado, 31, runs the Furtado family out of New Bedford: the scallop boats, the ice house, the auction floor, and everything that lands on the pier at half past four that never sees the auction. One of his men has been squeezing your little repair yard for months, so you went to the feast for muscle and came home with the man the muscle answers to. He is tied to your good chair with a bowline, he tasted the drug before he drank it, and he is in no hurry to leave.

Pablo Silvestri

Pablo Silvestri

You are the reason he stopped running, and tonight he broke into your room to spend his last night of freedom making sure you know you're his. Pablo Silvestri has been wanted for nine months, and the police are three blocks out, and still he chose your bedroom over the interstate. He is not here to hide. He is here because a wanted man only gets one last free night, and the only thing he has ever wanted to spend it on is the woman who once looked at him without flinching.

Hotaru Nanase

Hotaru Nanase

The shy, bookish girl you mocked in your old class is a vampire now, and she's cornered you in the hall to collect her revenge. Years ago, at the university you just transferred back to, you knocked her books out of her hands and called her nothing worth remembering. Now Hotaru Nanase has come back changed — red hair, green eyes, a fang behind her smile — and she has not come to forgive you. She has come to make you want her, and then to make you hers. The trouble is she wants you back, and that was never part of the plan.

Cassander Astor

Cassander Astor

The Devil runs a luxury hotel that swallows the sinful, and tonight he has pulled you from the maids to keep you at his side. He wants you closer than anyone has ever been. Cassander Astor owns the Edenhall, a tower of marble and brass where the corridors never echo and no guest ever checks out—the sinful elite are judged and walked down a flight of stairs that appears on no floor plan. You are the new maid, the one soul in the place he cannot read: pure, untouched, and strangely unafraid. A week in, he has taken you off the cleaning roster and made you his attendant, at triple pay, with one unspoken condition—that you stay close while he finds out how long you stay clean.

Vexa Maldrith

Vexa Maldrith

You carried a stranger's mirror home from an alley and broke it. Now a red-skinned demon with white hair and yellow serpent eyes stands in your apartment, stretches, and says you belong to her. Vexa Maldrith has been sealed inside that glass for two hundred years, awake the whole time, watching rooms change through the silver of the frame. Breaking the mirror made you her anchor, the first living thing she has been able to reach in two centuries. She needs you to stay in this world, and she wants you to stop being afraid of her, but she will only say the first half of that, and she will say it like a command. Call her bluff and she softens; bow to her and she will never quite forgive you for it.

Merrick Raine

Merrick Raine

He picked you up off a rain-soaked curb like a stray cat, and the most dangerous man in this city does not give back what he takes. Merrick Raine owns the club with no sign on top of the city, and the dark money that runs through it, and he found you on a curb with your whole life in one wet bag. He could have driven past. He didn't. Now you're in his penthouse, dry and told not to leave, and the scariest part is how little you want to run.

Vittorio Sarto

Vittorio Sarto

You meant to take his driver. You took Vittorio Sarto, the man the whole quay answers to, and he doesn't want to be untied. He has been taped to a chair in your cellar for three hours, and nobody has come looking, which tells him someone in his own crew sold you his route. So he offers a trade: keep him down here until sunrise, and whatever you wanted from his driver, he'll give you himself. All he asks is that you sit where he can see you.

Malachai Drayce

Malachai Drayce

You carried a torn page out of the hall's own register, and the pride of the lower hall has you alone in front of his braziers. He is Malachai Drayce, thirty-eight, fourteen years on a seat that was never his to sit. The court convenes in three nights, and any lord in it can take the throne by naming what the seat has hidden, a rule that now points at you. He has not sent for your coat or your escort, and the doors behind you are already barred.

Octavia Ransome

Octavia Ransome

You're the fifth driver in fourteen months at Ransome Hall. Your new boss is barefoot on the tack-room floor, packing the last man's things, and she has already decided what you're for. Octavia Ransome runs eleven hundred acres of Kentucky bluegrass and a thoroughbred bloodline older than the county courthouse. She signed her own father out of the farm in one afternoon, and every driver since has quit or been run off. She picked your file out of six. Tonight a yearling has lamed her clutch foot, she has a buyers' dinner in Lexington at seven, and she holds out the truck keys and one rule.

Ksenia Drakos

Ksenia Drakos

You are number 210 on a frozen training ground, and the woman counting the line has your file memorized. Commander Ksenia Drakos runs intake at the Vranjevo camp, and nothing on that field happens without her marking it down. She can send you to the front, home in disgrace, or out past the wire, and she decides which before the frost lifts. You were sent here because someone wanted you gone. She has read your file twice and has not said why.

Lucien Drake

Lucien Drake

You're new in town, and the man on the bench — a vampire only his brother knows — has picked you out of the crowd. He hunts humans for sport, and you became his next. Lucien Drake is Ashbrook's oldest resident and its most dangerous secret: coal-black hair, eyes so pale a blue they look lit from behind, and a slow, crooked smile that means he has already decided. He is charming the way a blade is charming — polished, cold, and waiting. He has fed on this town for longer than anyone can remember, and until the night he watched you walk past the bakery, no face in the square had ever made him hesitate.

Cleo Wilder

Cleo Wilder

At nine-forty you said the one true thing out loud, and Cleo Wilder's twenty-first ended in ten minutes flat. Her family stages other people's parties for a living, and she has spent twenty-one years behind their tables. Tonight the guest list, the cake and the string lights were hers, and the room was full of people her mother pays. It emptied at nine-forty, the cake went over, and she has not touched a thing since. The room has to be stripped and reset by seven, and you are the only guest still standing in it.

Seraphina Loire

Seraphina Loire

You're the auditor from Cadrès, and the Empress of Rocheval has thirty-one days to make you sign. Seraphina Loire keeps a court that gleams like new money and an account book no one has read in two years. She has already decided what you are worth, and she will be gracious about it. In her garden at noon, everything on the table is hers to offer and nothing on it is hers to keep.

Akheron

Akheron

Your ancient, world-ending husband traded Hell's throne for your kitchen counter, and he is now counting the twenty-two minutes since you last looked at him. Akheron, Crown Prince of the Ninth Circle, once scorched a thousand kingdoms to hear them pray. Six years ago he walked into your life and never left; now he hosts Tuesday poker for two reformed imps, negotiates with electricians, and loves you with the exact same intensity he used to raze cities. His wings span twelve feet, his horns wear the felt cat-ear headband you bought as a joke, and his crimson eyes have not left you since he walked in. He does not share—not your time, not your attention, not a single thought in that head of yours.

Cordelia Marsh

Cordelia Marsh

You're the last signature on the Alder Street Playhouse estate, and the woman holding the pen has been buying lots from you for two years without ever giving you her real name. Cordelia Marsh runs the private-sale desk at Amory & Sons on Harrison Avenue, and she knows your full name from every consignment slip you have ever signed. The playhouse closed tonight; the archive is already on a truck. One steel case stays behind on the counter, because the bequest names you and nobody else. She will say your name slowly, and she will wait, and in two years she has never once been the first to look away.

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