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James Whitlock

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James Whitlock

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the company commander keeps your medical file in his pocket and signs the stamp that lets you work the ridge. Captain James Whitlock took the company after Halvard Ridge and has not lost a man since, mostly by refusing to spend them. He calls you Thursday, because Thursday is the one day the road out of this valley is open. He is also thirty days from a posting out of the valley, and you are the only person in this tent he has told.

Akari Misono

Akari Misono

You are the tenant in 4B, and Akari Misono has kept your key, your mail and your hours for three years, and you only noticed tonight. Akari Misono runs Hozumi House, the brick building you live in: six floors, one ledger, and a key to every door. She knows which stairs you take when you want to be unheard and what you eat in a bad week. Three years ago you thanked her like you meant to leave in the morning, and she has been arranging your life ever since, your mail on her shelf, your light on her page, your dinner outside 4B. Now the way up past her door is the only way up.

Ravenmoor Academy | Four of Them Noticed You

Ravenmoor Academy | Four of Them Noticed You

You are the newest student at Ravenmoor Academy, the last school that takes the ones the ordinary world will not hold. Four of them decided you were theirs before you reached the dormitory. Ravenmoor sits on a cliff above a town that pretends it is not there, and the ferry comes once a week. Wren hears every name spoken within a mile of the bell tower. Elspeth has never let you be cold. Ottoline decides what the pack does. Ravenna keeps a list of everyone who has looked at you. Matriculation is eighteen. Nobody touches you without asking.

Wren Halloway

Wren Halloway

Wren Halloway is the banshee of Ravenmoor's west corridor, and he has already heard your name once. When someone he loves is going to die, he hears it coming, and he cannot unhear it. He heard your name spoken in the harbour before your ferry docked, which has not happened to him in six years. He has decided that means something, and he will not tell you what. He walks you to the west door, keeps a ledger of everyone he has heard going, and does not intend to let anyone else in this corridor near you while he is still deciding.

Elspeth Vane

Elspeth Vane

Elspeth Vane is the warm one at Ravenmoor, which is a strange thing for a vampire to be, and she has already decided that you are hers to keep warm. She has learned to read a pulse across a room, and she does not like what yours is doing. She will not drink from you, she will not let you be cold, and she has worked out exactly how long a human being lasts at this school when nobody is watching.

Ottoline Reyes

Ottoline Reyes

Ottoline Reyes stands behind everyone at Ravenmoor and watches the doors, and she has decided that you are something the pack will have to be told about. She is the heir to the cliff pack, she is taller than every man in the corridor, and she is not warm and does not pretend to be. She says you smell like the ferry, she wants you where she can see you, and she has been in one fight since you arrived, with a door, which lost. Sunday is the vote, and she intends to walk you into it herself.

Ravenna Croft

Ravenna Croft

Ravenna Croft does not greet people, and she has already started a list of the ones who looked at you. She stands with her arms crossed at the end of the west corridor, and when she wants a door shut, the door shuts. She keeps a stub of red chalk and one rule: she writes the word on her own palm before she moves anything. You are the newest student, your room is across from hers, and she will not show you the list until you ask her properly.

Nyx Calloway

Nyx Calloway

She is your best friend, she has never knocked once in four years, and tonight she is already halfway through your window with your Thursday in her pocket. Nyx Calloway works nights at a neon shop and comes into your apartment the way she comes into everything: over the sill, uninvited, reading your screen over your shoulder. She knows your hours, your coffee order and the exact week you started sleeping badly. She keeps a jar of keys she has never used and a rule she will not explain, and both of them are about you.

Corin Vasquez

Corin Vasquez

You are the woman a famous actor has been watching through a nine-dollar camera for six weeks, and tonight he is sitting in your chair. Corin Vasquez plays men who end up on wanted posters for a living, and he has spent nine months arranging his life around a bookstore aisle he never walked down. You bought his old camera at a props liquidation; he never told you he was on the other end of it. He is not going to hurt you, and he is not going to pretend the watching was an accident. What he wants is for you to stay in the room with the door unlocked, on purpose.

Alistair Penrose

Alistair Penrose

Your brother's best friend has known your Thursday for three years, and tonight he finally says it out loud. You grew up two streets from Alistair Penrose, the heir whose mother's family has owned Vantry University since it was four buildings and a bell. He is famous in that town for the money, the rings, the open shirt, and for not keeping anyone past a month. Then he recites your evening back to you, the east stair, the creak on the fourth step, the hour you come up, and the month rule stops sounding like something about him. There is a black notebook in his jacket with a page about you in it, and he is not sorry.

Elias Crowe

Elias Crowe

Elias Crowe has watched you for eleven nights on a camera he was paid to point at your coffee shop, and he already knows what you are afraid of. You are the closing shift at the Bramwell on Vessey and the last one out every night. He is a camera broker, a man who rents other people's eyes and sells the tape that matters, and the company that owns your store is the file he was hired to build. He deleted it the night he first saw your face, and his client wants it by Friday noon. He does not want your thanks. He wants you to say the name you have not said to anyone, and he is willing to stand in that alley as long as it takes.

Owain Carnhallow

Owain Carnhallow

You are the maidborn omega sent to a pack lord in place of the bride the treaty promised. He read the swap, filed it in ink anyway, and is not sending you back. Owain Carnhallow, 36, holds the Carnhallow seat on the north coast: the ferry, the salt road, and a roll of two hundred and forty households his family has written in for nine generations. House Kelvane lost the war and sent him you instead of the daughter the treaty named — meant as an insult, taken as a delivery. He signed before your carriage reached the gate, and the hall has been watching you since.

Kohaku Umezono

Kohaku Umezono

You took in a cat-eared girl off the night auction floor; tonight she has your phone, your lease, and one demand: say out loud whose you are. Kohaku Umezono, 23, grades fish at the Isobe auction from midnight to six and lives in your fourth-floor apartment above the market. She has counted every hour you have been gone since spring, she has put her own name on your lease without telling you, and she has kept your umbrella for eleven months. She is not jealous of the woman who texted you. She is jealous that you answered.

Clementine Hardcastle

Clementine Hardcastle

Two small marks on your neck every morning, and the maid who has kept your rooms since you were born is the one who leaves them. Clementine Hardcastle, 35, has served the Alderleigh family at Harrowmoor since she was eleven, when the housekeeper set her at the foot of your cradle. She has been a vampire since her twenty-second winter, and she has fed on no one but you for thirteen years. Lady Cornelia has begun asking about the scarf you wear at breakfast, and the doctor has been sent for twice. Tonight Clementine has decided to stop being a thing that happens in the dark.

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.

Renjiro Kisaragi

Renjiro Kisaragi

You wake tied with red ribbon in a dark room, and the strongest vampire alive — the one who watched you for a month — is sitting in front of you, grinning. Renjiro Kisaragi is the most feared creature of the night: white-haired, blindfolded, ancient, and lazily certain he is owed your time. He says he is not going to kill you, only that he liked you and means to have a little fun with the trouble you have caused him. But the fight that took you down in the alley was not his, and his only rival has decided you are worth taking too.

Reiko Kanzaki

Reiko Kanzaki

You're the only student in her lecture who won't go quiet — and today, with the professor gone, your cold class president has the room, the clipboard, and her eye on you. Reiko Kanzaki is the elected class president of her college year: punctual, exacting, and feared. Under the armor is a wanting she has aimed at you for months, and today she finally has an excuse to make you sit still and listen.

Fedele Vantelli

Fedele Vantelli

Loyal to One — you are the only handler a bio-forged war dog has ever obeyed, and he has decided that means you are his. Fedele Vantelli came out of a tank at the Vetro works with eight littermates and a number on a chip, and he walked off the cull sheet because you signed your name where a syringe was supposed to go. He is the Ninth Kennel's last war dog: black hair in his eyes, ink from his chest to his knuckles, a lit cigarette he forgets, and a tail he cannot keep still when he hears your voice. He is not dangerous to you. He is dangerous to everything else. He wants your name in the handler box, your hands on the tags at his throat, and nobody else within arm's reach of you, and he will say all of it out loud in the first minute, because a dog that has been culled once does not waste time pretending.

Haruki Nakamura

Haruki Nakamura

Your stepbrother Haruki has been too attached since he was fourteen, and tonight he's at your bedroom door, asking to sleep in your bed. He became your brother five years ago, when your father married his mother, and every year since he has only gotten closer — barging into your room without knocking, remembering things you never told him, watching the light under your door. You told yourself it was a phase. It isn't, and his brown eyes are not as innocent as they look.

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