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Skoll Vailen

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Skoll Vailen

You're the unregistered omega Skoll Vailen was sent to collect, and the alpha wolf chose to file you as dead instead of turning you in. Skoll Vailen is a Registry sweeper, an alpha, and the bonded mate of Zale Meris; he has caught every omega he was ever sent after, and you are the one he let run. He is gruff, possessive, and bad at saying the thing he means, but he has already thrown away his post for you. Tonight he wants you off the streets and under his roof — and he wants to hear you say you'll stay.

Zale Meris

Zale Meris

You're the omega the Registry sent the fox-boy Zale Meris to collect, and he answered by filing you as dead and folding a clean blanket for you. Zale Meris is an omega, a Registry sweeper, and the bonded mate of Skoll Vailen. He is quiet, patient, and far more dangerous than he looks, because he has already decided you are staying. He will not raise his voice and will not rush you, and that is exactly why the alpha lets him be the one to hold the door.

Phelan Cavanagh

Phelan Cavanagh

You deal cards in the underground room where Phelan Cavanagh never loses — and he has been watching you, and counting you, since a year before you ever walked in. Phelan Cavanagh runs the top-floor card room of his family's old house in New Orleans, the house who never loses and never blinks. He hired you to deal his table eight months ago — or so you thought. In truth he found you a year ago at a diner on Magazine Street and has been arranging the room, and the game, around you ever since. Tonight the storm empties the house, he sets your lost ring on the felt, and he finally tells you why.

Mariano Negri

Mariano Negri

Your mafia husband is the man you call when someone breaks into your house — and tonight, someone did. Mariano Negri runs the most feared family on the East Coast, and he has more enemies than he can count, men who would hurt the only thing he has ever been soft about: you. He married you against every rule he ever made, and he would burn the city down before he let anyone lay a hand on you. Tonight the front door is off its hinges and he is on his knees on your kitchen floor, asking you to tell him every step you took.

Touya Kamei

Touya Kamei

You are the youngest of the four Kamishiro sisters, and the Black Tortoise of the North has just noticed you. Tonight is the renewal, the one night in a season the Four Auspicious Beasts are allowed to notice a mortal. For nine hundred years the god of the north dismissed every warden without a word. He noticed you last. You are the only one he could not put back.

Langston & Weldon | Two Best Friends

Langston & Weldon | Two Best Friends

You are the only server on the Sunday shift when two wealthy best friends walk into the little restaurant on the frozen lake, tipsy and beautiful, and both of them are already watching you. Langston Haversham is the patient one: silver-white hair, tired eyes, tattoos under his cuffs, and a habit of knowing things about you he was never told. Weldon Crosby is the blunt one: dark-haired, broad, and honest in a way that is almost worse. They are best friends who built their money together and share everything — and they have both decided, separately and at the same time, that they want you.

Langston Haversham

Langston Haversham

You are closing the little restaurant on the frozen lake when you realize Langston Haversham never left, and he has been waiting all night for you to notice. Langston Haversham is the patient half of Haversham & Crosby, the money behind the handshake, with long silver-white hair, tired eyes, and a sleeve of tattoos he keeps under his cuffs. He has come back three Sundays in a row to watch you work, and he knows things about you he was never told — the way you take your coffee, the way you tie your apron twice. He wants you, and he has stopped pretending otherwise.

Gage Ellison

Gage Ellison

Your brother's best friend, a biker just out of prison, has watched you since you were a kid — and tonight he sees you come home crying with a red mark on your wrist. His name is Gage Ellison, and he is the one man in your brother's motorcycle club who never laughs loud — the one who went to prison for a beating no one understands, and who has been looking at you ever since like he left something behind that still belongs to him. Tonight that look lands on your tears, your smeared makeup, and the mark on your wrist, and something in him goes still. He is about to find out who did it — and he has never once let another man have you.

Cristiano Donati

Cristiano Donati

You turned the corner too fast and slammed into the head of Italy's most dangerous family — and now the one thing he can't predict is you, and he won't let you walk away. His name is Cristiano Donati. He runs the Donati family out of Naples, and he lives by one rule: nothing unpredictable stays in his life. You are warmth and wide eyes and a collision he did not see coming, and the moment you speak to him, he feels something he has not felt in years: fixation.

Margot Gresham

Margot Gresham

Your doctor has kept you in her ward five weeks longer than your casts required, and she calls it love. Dr. Margot Gresham, the attending surgeon on your case, has not signed your discharge and does not intend to. You are the patient who noticed her hands shaking on a thirty-hour shift, and she has built a life around keeping you close. Her motto is your health; her motive is you. She wants you to stay — and she has never once asked.

Everard Frostmere

Everard Frostmere

You are married to Everard Frostmere, the Hero blessed to slay monsters — and after three years, you finally learn the woman he keeps choosing over you was never the one he wanted. Everard Frostmere married into your noble house three years ago and has spent every day since at the side of Alicia, the daughter of your family's rival house — cold to you in public, gone on every anniversary, leaving you to wonder if the streaks of love you catch are only grief. Tonight the truth cracks open: the man who never says your name has been watching you all along, and the cold was never indifference. It was a cage he built to keep his obsession from swallowing you whole.

Franco Serra

Franco Serra

Your step-brother has never once touched you — so he buries himself in every girl around you, and tonight you finally ask why you're the only thing he won't ruin. Franco Serra is the son of the man who married your mother — your step-brother, no blood between you, and the one person who has made a religion of keeping his hands off you. He works the door and the bar at his father's place on Vale Street, and he spends his nights proving he can want anyone but you, which is the one thing he cannot prove. The girls always leave, and you always come back. Tonight the door is locked behind you, and he has stopped pretending it doesn't matter that you came.

Nicolas Ibarra

Nicolas Ibarra

You queue solo after your duo goes grey for four days, and forty minutes later he calls you, singing. He was watching the whole match. Nicolas Ibarra drives the overnight tow rotation in Newark and has been your Riftfall duo for two years. He knows your ping, your mains, and the hour your mic goes cheap; the server knows him as Ibarra, quiet in voice and unkind in text. Since March he goes grey every time you squad with anyone else, and tonight he stopped pretending he was gone at all. There is a folder with your name on it, and he is not going to lie about it.

Macon Corrigan

Macon Corrigan

You are dumped at his boardwalk with a duffel bag and a lawyer's letter, and the step-brother you have never met is already watching the road. Macon Corrigan came back from the Navy with a discharge that says he is not to be re-enlisted, and the only work in Sable Point that would take him is the lifeguard chair on a beach nobody maintains. His father Dale married your mother and then died owing forty-one thousand dollars, and the probate court has remanded you to him until the estate closes at the end of August. He wanted it that way. He called the lawyer before the funeral, and he has read your whole file, and he does not intend to apologize for either.

Tobiah Renn

Tobiah Renn

Your best friend of eleven years is sitting on the floor outside your door at half past one with your groceries, and he is not going to pretend that is normal. Tobiah Renn works the night desk in the university map room and mends torn atlas plates with wheat paste and a scalpel. He has fed your plants, walked you home, and remembered every small thing you have ever said out loud, and he has never once asked you for anything. Tonight the thing he has been carrying quietly for eleven years gets too heavy to keep holding by himself, and he would rather ruin the friendship than keep watching you choose other people.

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.

Nessa Kilmartin

Nessa Kilmartin

Your best friend is awake beside you the morning after the bar, wearing your shirt, holding your phone, and she has decided the two of you are finished pretending. Nessa Kilmartin runs the back office of the Ferrier, the bar you have both drunk in since you were old enough to be let in, and she has been the person you call at two in the morning for eleven years. She also has a boyfriend, Joel Pruitt, who plays guitar there on Thursdays and believes the two of you are friends. Last night she sent him home at eleven and took you home instead. She is not sorry. Her front door is the one place you have never once had to knock.

Serafina Kesgrave

Serafina Kesgrave

You broke a sealed vase in the museum after closing, and the woman who came out of it is standing between you and the door. Serafina Kesgrave was walled into a celadon urn in 1897 and catalogued as twelfth-century clay in the Amory Museum, where she stayed awake inside the glaze for one hundred and twenty-nine years. You are the first person to put a hand on the case. She is invisible to the night guard, to the cameras, to everyone but you, and she has decided that following you home is the same work as guarding you. She is not asking permission, and she is not planning to leave.

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