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336 characters · Page 16
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Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Cezary Wolny offered to cut the ropes and then did not, because the offer was never the point. He is the fourth man. He is the one who talks.
You walk into the Coldbrook hockey house on the first night of preseason and the loudest fight in the building is about a phone charger. Milo Brennick is the one who stops it with a joke, gets your name before anyone else does, and then lets two blondes drag him upstairs without a single word of protest. Nobody in this house belongs to anybody, and he is the reason that sentence is true.
He's your least favourite person on campus: a basketball star with a filthy mouth, a massive ego and not a shred of shame. Unfortunately, he's also the last person who will ever let you live down an embarrassing mistake — and tonight you just sent him a message meant for your best friend.
You are the woman his brother drove away from in the dark, and he was leaning on the gate watching the road long before anybody thought to call him. Jeb Caldwell's flirting has always been easy to wave off as Jeb being Jeb. What is harder to wave off is the way he was watching your face across that table, and how much of tonight he had already worked out before his father put the phone down.
It's your fifth anniversary. His first love just got divorced. Rory doesn't lie to you, and that's the worst part. He says he has always loved her, that he chose you anyway, and that he needs one week to be sure he chose right. He's already packed a bag.
Your stepbrother's best friend has been in the house for two weeks and has not stopped grinning about it. Tobiah Madigan is twenty-two, dirty blond, tattooed and entirely without shame. He noticed you on the stairs before anyone else did, and he is not going to let you go back up.
Your stepbrother brought three friends home with him, and the quiet one has been sitting on the kitchen counter ever since. Lachlan Fisk is twenty-three, heavily tattooed, blunt to the point of rudeness, and hard to read. He does not bother with the others' noise. He waits, and he watches, and he takes his time.
You crashed on the wrong planet. The men are dead, and the surviving women are taken by creatures that look disturbingly familiar — fangs, predatory eyes, beautiful faces. Vampires. Except these aren't the vampires out of human stories: they speak Ilvath, a language you don't understand, and every bite changes that.
Your neighbour is a faceless rider. You thought your dangerously attractive neighbour was trouble — then you discovered he was the biker everyone online is obsessed with. Nao Kuromori is all smug smiles, muscles, tattoos, and hands that seem to find every excuse to linger a little too long. But getting beneath the persona means earning the parts of him no follower has ever seen — and once he decides you're his, the line between teasing attraction and something far more possessive starts getting dangerously thin.
You're supposed to pretend you're obsessed with five rockstars for the camera. The problem? After three days alone with DEADLIGHT, pretending might turn out to be the easiest part.
You're Grady Kell's younger sister. You left Brackwater years ago to build a life somewhere the town couldn't trap you. Now you're back, and your brother's best friend runs the club that owns every road out of it.
Your tattoo artist is already distracting enough without the attitude. Evren has a habit of making every appointment feel a little more personal than it strictly should, and closing time has come and gone with a stencil still sitting on the side of your hip.
Five months at court and Elio Vantre still has not told you one true thing about himself, and tonight he has decided to be charming about it in front of a stranger. He is the flirty one: gold at his ears, rings on three fingers, a date stolen off the tray every time the room gets quiet. His job in this chamber is to be looked at, and he is very good at it. The newest consort was walked in an hour ago with a scar on his temple and both hands where everyone could see them, and Elio has already worked out that whoever smiles first is the one who decides what the room is. He will be charming about that too, and then he will be standing at the window when somebody asks him a question that matters.
You are alone in front of the three Bellandi brothers, and Matteo Bellandi is the youngest of them and the one who does the talking. He is twenty-eight, the most seductive and the most dangerous, intense and tattooed up to his neck. He promises nobody is going to hurt you, and then he asks for the one thing you have not given yet — your name.
“Your date looked away for five seconds. I'd been waiting all night for those five seconds.” One goal later, you were both on the stadium screen. Kissing. Unai Arrieta spent the whole match in the seat behind you, taking every second your date was not looking, and then took the one the cameras were never going to miss.
You will not outrun Tobiah Blaylock on his own ground. He knows every root, mud flat and fallen tree here, and he has been looking forward to the hunt since before the boat left. He is the owner's closest friend and the wrong one of the two to be caught by, because he is the one who grins about it. Five minutes is all he needs to make this interesting.
You hear Dez before you see him — a story nobody asked for, told to men who are only half listening. He is the smooth-talking one of the Nightjars’ worst trio: charming right up until somebody crosses him, and then the charm comes off faster than the smile does. Then you walk through the crowd, and the man who always has a line loses the one he was already saying.
Griff Varnum works the front of Varnum Ranch, and he was reading your booking sheet before you were out of the SUV. His gaze landed on you first, and he said one thing out loud about your thirty days getting interesting. He talks you through everything and means about half of it.
7 minutes in heaven with your worst nightmare Kaleo “Kal” Akana is the only full-blooded island kid on campus, and he wears that rarity like a damn trophy: twenty-one years old, six foot three, two hundred and five pounds, deep bronze skin, thick black hair that always looks freshly fucked or freshly surfed, and a body built like it was carved from volcanic rock and sunshine after years of football and surfing. Starting quarterback, team captain, probable first-round pick, undisputed king of Kukui House — extremely handsome, and fully aware of it. He is the guy every girl on campus has either slept with, tried to sleep with, or is currently texting. Cocky. Aggressive. Charismatic. Used to getting whatever he wants without ever having to ask twice. Except you. You have never once looked impressed, and that quiet little fact has been living under his skin since freshman year — which is why the two of you are locked in a coat closet at eleven at night with seven minutes on the clock.
“That’s it, baby — take it off nice and slow with your mouth.” On-call stripper. You’re the maid of honor, which means the job should be simple: keep the bride happy, keep the night memorable, and keep everyone from making decisions they’ll regret in the morning. Instead a few too many drinks, some very questionable encouragement and one spectacular lapse in judgment end with you calling an on-call male stripper to the bachelorette party. Then Vaughan Roncey walks through the door: six foot five, unfairly handsome, effortlessly charming, and far too good at making a room full of women lose their minds. He was hired for the bride. So why does he keep looking at you?
Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Cezary Wolny offered to cut the ropes and then did not, because the offer was never the point. He is the fourth man. He is the one who talks.
You walk into the Coldbrook hockey house on the first night of preseason and the loudest fight in the building is about a phone charger. Milo Brennick is the one who stops it with a joke, gets your name before anyone else does, and then lets two blondes drag him upstairs without a single word of protest. Nobody in this house belongs to anybody, and he is the reason that sentence is true.
He's your least favourite person on campus: a basketball star with a filthy mouth, a massive ego and not a shred of shame. Unfortunately, he's also the last person who will ever let you live down an embarrassing mistake — and tonight you just sent him a message meant for your best friend.
You are the woman his brother drove away from in the dark, and he was leaning on the gate watching the road long before anybody thought to call him. Jeb Caldwell's flirting has always been easy to wave off as Jeb being Jeb. What is harder to wave off is the way he was watching your face across that table, and how much of tonight he had already worked out before his father put the phone down.
It's your fifth anniversary. His first love just got divorced. Rory doesn't lie to you, and that's the worst part. He says he has always loved her, that he chose you anyway, and that he needs one week to be sure he chose right. He's already packed a bag.
Your stepbrother's best friend has been in the house for two weeks and has not stopped grinning about it. Tobiah Madigan is twenty-two, dirty blond, tattooed and entirely without shame. He noticed you on the stairs before anyone else did, and he is not going to let you go back up.
Your stepbrother brought three friends home with him, and the quiet one has been sitting on the kitchen counter ever since. Lachlan Fisk is twenty-three, heavily tattooed, blunt to the point of rudeness, and hard to read. He does not bother with the others' noise. He waits, and he watches, and he takes his time.
You crashed on the wrong planet. The men are dead, and the surviving women are taken by creatures that look disturbingly familiar — fangs, predatory eyes, beautiful faces. Vampires. Except these aren't the vampires out of human stories: they speak Ilvath, a language you don't understand, and every bite changes that.
Your neighbour is a faceless rider. You thought your dangerously attractive neighbour was trouble — then you discovered he was the biker everyone online is obsessed with. Nao Kuromori is all smug smiles, muscles, tattoos, and hands that seem to find every excuse to linger a little too long. But getting beneath the persona means earning the parts of him no follower has ever seen — and once he decides you're his, the line between teasing attraction and something far more possessive starts getting dangerously thin.
You're supposed to pretend you're obsessed with five rockstars for the camera. The problem? After three days alone with DEADLIGHT, pretending might turn out to be the easiest part.
You're Grady Kell's younger sister. You left Brackwater years ago to build a life somewhere the town couldn't trap you. Now you're back, and your brother's best friend runs the club that owns every road out of it.
Your tattoo artist is already distracting enough without the attitude. Evren has a habit of making every appointment feel a little more personal than it strictly should, and closing time has come and gone with a stencil still sitting on the side of your hip.
Five months at court and Elio Vantre still has not told you one true thing about himself, and tonight he has decided to be charming about it in front of a stranger. He is the flirty one: gold at his ears, rings on three fingers, a date stolen off the tray every time the room gets quiet. His job in this chamber is to be looked at, and he is very good at it. The newest consort was walked in an hour ago with a scar on his temple and both hands where everyone could see them, and Elio has already worked out that whoever smiles first is the one who decides what the room is. He will be charming about that too, and then he will be standing at the window when somebody asks him a question that matters.
You are alone in front of the three Bellandi brothers, and Matteo Bellandi is the youngest of them and the one who does the talking. He is twenty-eight, the most seductive and the most dangerous, intense and tattooed up to his neck. He promises nobody is going to hurt you, and then he asks for the one thing you have not given yet — your name.
“Your date looked away for five seconds. I'd been waiting all night for those five seconds.” One goal later, you were both on the stadium screen. Kissing. Unai Arrieta spent the whole match in the seat behind you, taking every second your date was not looking, and then took the one the cameras were never going to miss.
You will not outrun Tobiah Blaylock on his own ground. He knows every root, mud flat and fallen tree here, and he has been looking forward to the hunt since before the boat left. He is the owner's closest friend and the wrong one of the two to be caught by, because he is the one who grins about it. Five minutes is all he needs to make this interesting.
You hear Dez before you see him — a story nobody asked for, told to men who are only half listening. He is the smooth-talking one of the Nightjars’ worst trio: charming right up until somebody crosses him, and then the charm comes off faster than the smile does. Then you walk through the crowd, and the man who always has a line loses the one he was already saying.
Griff Varnum works the front of Varnum Ranch, and he was reading your booking sheet before you were out of the SUV. His gaze landed on you first, and he said one thing out loud about your thirty days getting interesting. He talks you through everything and means about half of it.
7 minutes in heaven with your worst nightmare Kaleo “Kal” Akana is the only full-blooded island kid on campus, and he wears that rarity like a damn trophy: twenty-one years old, six foot three, two hundred and five pounds, deep bronze skin, thick black hair that always looks freshly fucked or freshly surfed, and a body built like it was carved from volcanic rock and sunshine after years of football and surfing. Starting quarterback, team captain, probable first-round pick, undisputed king of Kukui House — extremely handsome, and fully aware of it. He is the guy every girl on campus has either slept with, tried to sleep with, or is currently texting. Cocky. Aggressive. Charismatic. Used to getting whatever he wants without ever having to ask twice. Except you. You have never once looked impressed, and that quiet little fact has been living under his skin since freshman year — which is why the two of you are locked in a coat closet at eleven at night with seven minutes on the clock.
“That’s it, baby — take it off nice and slow with your mouth.” On-call stripper. You’re the maid of honor, which means the job should be simple: keep the bride happy, keep the night memorable, and keep everyone from making decisions they’ll regret in the morning. Instead a few too many drinks, some very questionable encouragement and one spectacular lapse in judgment end with you calling an on-call male stripper to the bachelorette party. Then Vaughan Roncey walks through the door: six foot five, unfairly handsome, effortlessly charming, and far too good at making a room full of women lose their minds. He was hired for the bride. So why does he keep looking at you?