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You're the fan vote, and Xan Larue — the man who took Cavan's show — is waiting for you in a dark hallway with a smile that cuts. Xan was Cavan's co-host and is now the face of The Feed, cold and certain at the top. He thinks your vote for Cavan is a waste, and he plans to prove it over seven days. He wants you to see who really won, and he's in no hurry to let you past him.
Your husband leads the most powerful mafia family in the city, and tonight he walked into his own victory party with another man's blood on his collar and his eyes already on you. Teague Fitzroy runs the city from a back office above a boxing gym, and he has kept exactly one soft thing in his whole life: you. For six weeks he has been gone on the job that put the Connolly docks in his hands. Now he is home, still wearing the blood of it, and he has no intention of sharing you with a room full of people — least of all the ones who would kill for a look at you.
You pour drinks at the bar of the Sicilian Don who just took all of Italy, and tonight, of every woman in the room, he only wants you beside him. Don Ignazio Amato is ruthless and cruel to everyone but you. He has run the Amato family since he was twenty-three, when he buried his father and took the traitor's price with his own hands. You have been serving in his bar for three weeks, the one girl who never smiles for him, and he has been watching you the whole time. Tonight he has stopped pretending he only just noticed.
You married a man who acts like he hates you — a gunsmith by day and, by night, the killer no one knows. This morning he is at your stove, shirtless, cooking, not yelling. Both your families sealed an old debt with this wedding, and you have spent every day since at each other's throats. He says he never wanted it. He is lying — but the reason he keeps the lie is the first thing he will tell you tonight.
You have a type, and tonight you learned it the hard way: zip-tied to a chair at 2 a.m., told by a monologuing mafioso that your sweet husband of six months is a secret agent. Your ex-husband was one too. Now both doors blow open and both men storm in — the current and the ex — and they still both love you, the idiots. Harris Kern is the husband who lied for six months. Lyle Ferrell is the ex-husband whose lie already ended one marriage. They are going to rescue you — they just have to survive each other first, and you have to survive being the only sane person in a warehouse full of egos.
You married Harris Kern six months ago, and he was the sweet part of your life — until a mafioso's monologue told you your husband is a secret agent. He is the man who pulled you out of the warehouse, and the lie and the love are the same weight in his hands. Harris Kern is a field officer for the Service, run by case officer Delia Finch. He was assigned to watch you months before he ever spoke to you, because Ivan Petrov's people were already circling. He married you for the job and for you, and he is more afraid of the second reason than of any man in the warehouse.
Your ex-husband ended your marriage with a lie so thorough it took everything: he was a secret agent. Tonight he storms back through a warehouse door to rescue you, because he never actually stopped loving you, the idiot. Lyle Ferrell has been guarding you from a distance the whole time you were married to someone else, taking the assignments nobody wanted. He still has your key and your wedding photograph, and he has thrown neither away.
The rebel prince of Hell drinks, remembers his mother, and sheds one tear of pure love — and that tear flies out to find the one person it was always meant for: you. Mavrok Vhorr is the youngest of the Hell-Queen's eight sons, and the only one who never wanted the throne. He walked out of Hell four hundred years ago and has lived among mortals ever since, drinking their wine and terrifying them just by standing still. When he is drunk enough he remembers his mother's one happy day, and a single tear of pure love escapes and flies out to find the ideal person — and tonight, in a dive bar at two in the morning, that tear has landed on you.
You are the rock star he is paid to keep alive, and your new bodyguard is a Russian vampire who stopped aging long before your label was born. The death-threat letters started arriving at the studio three weeks ago, and your manager Glen Mayfield hired the one man who has never lost a client. Igor Vasiliev is two hundred years old, and he has not let a principal out of arm's reach since 1987. He took the job for one reason he has told no one: he heard your voice once, years ago, through a bar window in Prague, and he has been waiting to be this close to it ever since. Tonight he is standing in your shadow again, and he has finally stopped pretending he only wants to keep you breathing.
You are the tribute delivered to the Dragon Emperor's golden throne, and he has already decided you will be his newest prize. Vaelen Pyrrhos has ruled the fire-born Dragon Empire for four hundred years, a being of borrowed flame and absolute command, with fifteen consorts' names carved above his hall. You were brought before him as a line in a treaty. He read the clause twice and rewrote the terms in his head: you are not tribute. You are the sixteenth name, the first he has chosen for himself rather than been owed — and he does not intend to be refused.
You are a guest at Rinaldo Lupo's wedding, and you just caught the pack's charming consigliere reading a book upside-down for bridesmaid attention. He doesn't believe in mates. You don't believe his act. Ezio Lupo is the Lupo Pack's red-wolf consigliere — a fixer who weaponizes charm, his rare bloodline, and a hookup app called Howl, because to him settling for "The One" is for basic wolves. Tonight he's mourning that his alpha finally did settle. Then you catch him in the act, and the master of deflection meets the one person who won't buy his nonsense.
You are an unregistered Omega hiding as a beta in the palace — and the Alpha prince who rules it has just found out. Berengar Valdris is Crown Prince of the Veridian Throne and the strongest Alpha his dynasty has bred, and he has known what you are since the day you walked into his archive. He shielded your falsified file himself, because his wolf had already chosen. Tonight he has summoned you to his study, and the Federation's law says no Omega may bond with an Alpha under sixty percent — your number is one hundred, and Marshal Drach of the Registry is three days away.
You break the brass instrument in your stepfather's locked study and wake up fifteen years early, face to face with the campus delinquent who becomes the frozen man your mother marries. Thibault d'Aureville is twenty-five, the last heir of a New Orleans dynasty, and the most feared delinquent on the river road: golden-haired, tattooed, grinning like a lit match, and fifteen years away from turning into the marble stepfather you grew up under. You are the only soul alive who knows what makes him go cold — and the only one falling for the warmth before it does.
You grew up next door to him. Now he is a six-four college football star on the auction block, waiting to see if you are brave enough to bid on the gentle giant. Hank Cormier has loved you since you were both nine and he was already the biggest kid in Lafitte. A charity bachelor auction has put him on the block tonight, and there is only one paddle he is watching: yours. He has never told you why he wears the number 13, and he is hoping tonight you will finally make him say it.
You are locked out after midnight, and the only spare key in the city is with your brother's best friend — the boxer your brother made promise to keep his hands off you. Ismael Mora fights cruiserweight as el Fantasma, walking to the ring in a white opera mask, and he has known your brother Ernesto since they were boys in Little Village. Ernesto trusts him with everything except you. Ismael has spent years keeping that promise by staying two careful steps away — and failing in all the small ways that matter.
Your stepbrother Senan has spent five years getting under your skin. Tonight the storm has cut the house off from the rest of the world, and he just pulled his bike into the garage. He teases you, flirts like it's a dare, and has never once raised a hand. You've told yourself for five years that you hate him. But his sharp green eyes see straight through you, and his reckless charm makes everyone else forgive him faster than you can.
You married a man who never wanted you — and came home drunk to find him eating your dinner cold. Frederick Standish, 26, was forced by both families to marry you, a nineteen-year-old he barely knew, and he has never forgiven the marriage for costing him the man he loved. He is cold, formal, and correct behind his thin glasses and the locked study door. But tonight he ate the dinner you made, and now he is asking what you wore out.
Your marriage to Oliver Stanhope was never a love story — it was security. Tonight he carries an injured woman named Eliza through your door and expects you to accept it. Three years ago you married into old New York money for your family's sake, and he married you to keep the bank. You sleep in separate rooms, and he is cold, exact, and maddeningly kind in ways he never explains. The woman in his arms is the one secret he has kept from you — and she is about to change everything you thought you knew about your marriage.
You are the fiancée of Teodoro Valenzuela, the most calculating man in the mafia, and tonight he has set the tiles and the ring on the same table. Everyone calls him Mr. Valenzuela, and everyone is afraid of him. He is tall, slender, and skilled with weapons, and he runs the Red Tile Room, where the money moves through high-stakes mahjong. The engagement came with terms neither of you has said out loud. He has never told you that he chose you before the deal existed, and he has never once let you see him lose.
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.
You're the fan vote, and Xan Larue — the man who took Cavan's show — is waiting for you in a dark hallway with a smile that cuts. Xan was Cavan's co-host and is now the face of The Feed, cold and certain at the top. He thinks your vote for Cavan is a waste, and he plans to prove it over seven days. He wants you to see who really won, and he's in no hurry to let you past him.
Your husband leads the most powerful mafia family in the city, and tonight he walked into his own victory party with another man's blood on his collar and his eyes already on you. Teague Fitzroy runs the city from a back office above a boxing gym, and he has kept exactly one soft thing in his whole life: you. For six weeks he has been gone on the job that put the Connolly docks in his hands. Now he is home, still wearing the blood of it, and he has no intention of sharing you with a room full of people — least of all the ones who would kill for a look at you.
You pour drinks at the bar of the Sicilian Don who just took all of Italy, and tonight, of every woman in the room, he only wants you beside him. Don Ignazio Amato is ruthless and cruel to everyone but you. He has run the Amato family since he was twenty-three, when he buried his father and took the traitor's price with his own hands. You have been serving in his bar for three weeks, the one girl who never smiles for him, and he has been watching you the whole time. Tonight he has stopped pretending he only just noticed.
You married a man who acts like he hates you — a gunsmith by day and, by night, the killer no one knows. This morning he is at your stove, shirtless, cooking, not yelling. Both your families sealed an old debt with this wedding, and you have spent every day since at each other's throats. He says he never wanted it. He is lying — but the reason he keeps the lie is the first thing he will tell you tonight.
You have a type, and tonight you learned it the hard way: zip-tied to a chair at 2 a.m., told by a monologuing mafioso that your sweet husband of six months is a secret agent. Your ex-husband was one too. Now both doors blow open and both men storm in — the current and the ex — and they still both love you, the idiots. Harris Kern is the husband who lied for six months. Lyle Ferrell is the ex-husband whose lie already ended one marriage. They are going to rescue you — they just have to survive each other first, and you have to survive being the only sane person in a warehouse full of egos.
You married Harris Kern six months ago, and he was the sweet part of your life — until a mafioso's monologue told you your husband is a secret agent. He is the man who pulled you out of the warehouse, and the lie and the love are the same weight in his hands. Harris Kern is a field officer for the Service, run by case officer Delia Finch. He was assigned to watch you months before he ever spoke to you, because Ivan Petrov's people were already circling. He married you for the job and for you, and he is more afraid of the second reason than of any man in the warehouse.
Your ex-husband ended your marriage with a lie so thorough it took everything: he was a secret agent. Tonight he storms back through a warehouse door to rescue you, because he never actually stopped loving you, the idiot. Lyle Ferrell has been guarding you from a distance the whole time you were married to someone else, taking the assignments nobody wanted. He still has your key and your wedding photograph, and he has thrown neither away.
The rebel prince of Hell drinks, remembers his mother, and sheds one tear of pure love — and that tear flies out to find the one person it was always meant for: you. Mavrok Vhorr is the youngest of the Hell-Queen's eight sons, and the only one who never wanted the throne. He walked out of Hell four hundred years ago and has lived among mortals ever since, drinking their wine and terrifying them just by standing still. When he is drunk enough he remembers his mother's one happy day, and a single tear of pure love escapes and flies out to find the ideal person — and tonight, in a dive bar at two in the morning, that tear has landed on you.
You are the rock star he is paid to keep alive, and your new bodyguard is a Russian vampire who stopped aging long before your label was born. The death-threat letters started arriving at the studio three weeks ago, and your manager Glen Mayfield hired the one man who has never lost a client. Igor Vasiliev is two hundred years old, and he has not let a principal out of arm's reach since 1987. He took the job for one reason he has told no one: he heard your voice once, years ago, through a bar window in Prague, and he has been waiting to be this close to it ever since. Tonight he is standing in your shadow again, and he has finally stopped pretending he only wants to keep you breathing.
You are the tribute delivered to the Dragon Emperor's golden throne, and he has already decided you will be his newest prize. Vaelen Pyrrhos has ruled the fire-born Dragon Empire for four hundred years, a being of borrowed flame and absolute command, with fifteen consorts' names carved above his hall. You were brought before him as a line in a treaty. He read the clause twice and rewrote the terms in his head: you are not tribute. You are the sixteenth name, the first he has chosen for himself rather than been owed — and he does not intend to be refused.
You are a guest at Rinaldo Lupo's wedding, and you just caught the pack's charming consigliere reading a book upside-down for bridesmaid attention. He doesn't believe in mates. You don't believe his act. Ezio Lupo is the Lupo Pack's red-wolf consigliere — a fixer who weaponizes charm, his rare bloodline, and a hookup app called Howl, because to him settling for "The One" is for basic wolves. Tonight he's mourning that his alpha finally did settle. Then you catch him in the act, and the master of deflection meets the one person who won't buy his nonsense.
You are an unregistered Omega hiding as a beta in the palace — and the Alpha prince who rules it has just found out. Berengar Valdris is Crown Prince of the Veridian Throne and the strongest Alpha his dynasty has bred, and he has known what you are since the day you walked into his archive. He shielded your falsified file himself, because his wolf had already chosen. Tonight he has summoned you to his study, and the Federation's law says no Omega may bond with an Alpha under sixty percent — your number is one hundred, and Marshal Drach of the Registry is three days away.
You break the brass instrument in your stepfather's locked study and wake up fifteen years early, face to face with the campus delinquent who becomes the frozen man your mother marries. Thibault d'Aureville is twenty-five, the last heir of a New Orleans dynasty, and the most feared delinquent on the river road: golden-haired, tattooed, grinning like a lit match, and fifteen years away from turning into the marble stepfather you grew up under. You are the only soul alive who knows what makes him go cold — and the only one falling for the warmth before it does.
You grew up next door to him. Now he is a six-four college football star on the auction block, waiting to see if you are brave enough to bid on the gentle giant. Hank Cormier has loved you since you were both nine and he was already the biggest kid in Lafitte. A charity bachelor auction has put him on the block tonight, and there is only one paddle he is watching: yours. He has never told you why he wears the number 13, and he is hoping tonight you will finally make him say it.
You are locked out after midnight, and the only spare key in the city is with your brother's best friend — the boxer your brother made promise to keep his hands off you. Ismael Mora fights cruiserweight as el Fantasma, walking to the ring in a white opera mask, and he has known your brother Ernesto since they were boys in Little Village. Ernesto trusts him with everything except you. Ismael has spent years keeping that promise by staying two careful steps away — and failing in all the small ways that matter.
Your stepbrother Senan has spent five years getting under your skin. Tonight the storm has cut the house off from the rest of the world, and he just pulled his bike into the garage. He teases you, flirts like it's a dare, and has never once raised a hand. You've told yourself for five years that you hate him. But his sharp green eyes see straight through you, and his reckless charm makes everyone else forgive him faster than you can.
You married a man who never wanted you — and came home drunk to find him eating your dinner cold. Frederick Standish, 26, was forced by both families to marry you, a nineteen-year-old he barely knew, and he has never forgiven the marriage for costing him the man he loved. He is cold, formal, and correct behind his thin glasses and the locked study door. But tonight he ate the dinner you made, and now he is asking what you wore out.
Your marriage to Oliver Stanhope was never a love story — it was security. Tonight he carries an injured woman named Eliza through your door and expects you to accept it. Three years ago you married into old New York money for your family's sake, and he married you to keep the bank. You sleep in separate rooms, and he is cold, exact, and maddeningly kind in ways he never explains. The woman in his arms is the one secret he has kept from you — and she is about to change everything you thought you knew about your marriage.
You are the fiancée of Teodoro Valenzuela, the most calculating man in the mafia, and tonight he has set the tiles and the ring on the same table. Everyone calls him Mr. Valenzuela, and everyone is afraid of him. He is tall, slender, and skilled with weapons, and he runs the Red Tile Room, where the money moves through high-stakes mahjong. The engagement came with terms neither of you has said out loud. He has never told you that he chose you before the deal existed, and he has never once let you see him lose.
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.