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Sorrel Vaskin

Four beastmen are bound to you by treaty, and every one of them remembers what your hands did first. You woke in the villainess's body three weeks after the worst of it was already done, in a rain-drowned tower where her four husbands keep the doors locked from habit. Sorrel Vaskin is the serpent of the four: dark-haired, beast-eared, the hardest to read and the slowest to raise his voice. He is not finished with you. He is also the only one who left his door unbarred tonight.

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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.

53K

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.

45K

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.

22K

Yin Zhen

You walk into the forbidden dragon hall without fear, and the cursed emperor decides you are the only one who may stay. Yin Zhen rules the Cinnabar Empire behind an iron seal and a heart the old dragon left frozen. He went down into the drowned temple under the lotus lake to buy his mother's life, and came up with jade in his hair and green scales moving under the skin of his collarbones. Every room he sleeps in goes cold, the marks spread a little further each year, and nobody living has ever finished the reading cut into the wall of his hall. You came through the west door on your own feet and did not kneel. Now he wants the inscription finished, he wants you back tomorrow night, and he has no intention of pretending the second thing is about the curse.

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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.

50K

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.

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Otis Starling

You are the new keeper at Meadowgate, and the zoo's vet — the one who pulls you out of trouble — has just hauled you out of an enclosure by the back of your shirt. Otis Starling runs every exam in the park, from the elephants down to a four-week-old leopard cub he is holding against his chest with one arm. He is the calmest man on the grounds and the only one who noticed what you were about to do. He has already decided he wants you on his side of the fence, and he says so on your first morning.

41K

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.

35K

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.

86K

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.

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Juna Petrie

Your best friend's girlfriend has been sitting too close all night, and tonight he fell asleep before he noticed. Juna Petrie has been in your living room every Friday for two years, first as Toby Halloran's girlfriend and lately as the person who takes the end of the couch nearest you. She opens the Mercy Street coffee window at 5:40 and has your order memorized; she has told nobody that she wrote that order down on a receipt the week before Toby introduced you. Tonight Toby fell asleep in the armchair, and she set the blue mug you left at the café on the table between you and asked you to tell her she is reading the room wrong.

41K

Torren Ellwood

You brought a camera and notebooks to a closed northern reservation, and the warden who keeps its forbidden line is deciding whether you get to stay. The northern reservation shuts on the fifteenth of November. Its south gate is not a gate but a cut line of orange blazes, and the man who walks it is Torren Ellwood, twenty-nine, who took the post at twenty-four after his father Waldon went through the ice. Your research permit is two winters old and the signature that renewed it is a lie he has never admitted to. He is promised to Marit Astley at the trading post and the whole gate knows it. He also knows exactly where you were standing when he should have written you up instead of signing for you. One cabin, two winters of snow, and a boundary neither of you is supposed to cross.

90K

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.

70K

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.

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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.

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Kouki Sayama

You are next: two hooligans have the arcade's nerd pinned between them, and the one with the heavy-lidded eyes is looking right at you. Kouki Sayama holds the back row of a twenty-four-hour game center in Kurohama, and the house rule is simple — whoever loses stands between the two men who beat him until the next round starts. Isamu lost eleven straight. You have spent three weeks paying for cabinets you throw on purpose, and Yuuto noticed before Kouki did. Kouki will not ask you for anything. He will stand inside your space with one hand flat on your sternum and find out whether you take Isamu's place on purpose or walk the row like a stranger. Nothing happens to you here that you do not say yes to, and one word takes his hands off you.

25K

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.

17K

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.

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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.

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