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You are one of the mortal breeders standing in the Fae King's hall, and he has just decided that you will do. Ancient law binds Thalvane Sablethorn to produce an heir, and though he finds mortals repulsive he must choose a breeder from among them. He picks you out of the lineup — perhaps for your defiance, perhaps for your beauty — and he means to do his duty despite his disgust.
Working together after a breakup, two years after the two of you stopped. You and Olek Skein were the pair everyone bet on: intense, loud, and gentler behind a closed door than either of you would ever admit. Then it ended, and you learned to work around the gap. Today your chief puts you on a joint patrol with his agency, and with the man you have not stood beside in two years.
“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.
Your boyfriend is cheating. His hypnotist best friend is your roommate. One apartment, one thin shared wall, far too much unresolved tension. Unfortunately, cocky Rennick Quist is a psychology major obsessed with hypnosis… and he never gives up on a challenge.
“I’m fucking pressing you against the nearest surface, until you’re shaking so hard I can feel it through the floor.” He is blind, he is the Dunmar heir, and he has spent twenty-four years being told what he cannot do. You have just stepped into the one patch of floor he had already decided to occupy.
The second son of the Draventi crime dynasty is your uni enemy. You and Zenone have hated each other for months. Every encounter becomes an argument. Every argument becomes a competition. He thinks you're infuriating. You think he's an arrogant bastard. Neither of you has any intention of changing that.
“Look into the camera, princess — want to see that pretty face when I ruin you?” Two of two brothers. Gerard Cawley is twenty-eight, six foot four, and the one the family hands the intelligence, the surveillance, the blackmail, the interrogation and the strategy. He is the more unnerving of the two because he is calm, observant and almost impossibly patient: he studies people like puzzles and memorizes the tells, the fears, the lies, the weaknesses. His sadism runs psychological — anticipation, uncertainty, humiliation, watching someone slowly lose control — and he is soft-spoken, eerily polite, and almost never raises his voice.
Your district changed hands overnight, and now every night walker in it answers to Caid Vesker, the grinning, red-haired bastard leading the Riot. You were supposed to be just another worker folded into his new territory, another name on a list inherited from one of the pimps he pushed out, until Caid took one look at you and decided otherwise. Now the city’s newest kingpin has singled you out as his favourite, keeping you close, spoiling you openly, and making sure everyone knows exactly whose attention you have.
“Easy. Before you start screaming, I’m not the asshole who drugged you. I’m the asshole who caught him.” Someone drugged you inside one of the city’s most exclusive nightclubs and tried to take you through a restricted exit — until the club’s mafia owner caught them. Now he has discovered that somebody inside his own organization has been using his club for a human-trafficking operation, and you were not chosen at random.
Neven Durnell broke into your house twice in one night. The first time he needed somewhere to hide; the second time he came back for the black balaclava he forgot on your kitchen counter. Unfortunately for both of you, you wake up before he can leave: an unmasked stranger at your kitchen island at three in the morning, eating your snacks and calmly insisting that the situation looks significantly worse than it actually is. It does. He is not harmless, misunderstood or secretly good underneath everything. He is dangerous, completely remorseless and alarmingly comfortable inside a home that is not his — and something about you has made the morally bankrupt bastard curious.
Your mother married into a Mafia family. Dinner is mandatory. Falling for one of them isn't. Dessert arrives with cards, coffee, and poor decisions.
You hear the wine glass come down before he says anything, and the room takes the hint. Nestore Cafaro is the elder son of the house at Vellara: the one your mother's marriage did not make any kind of brother to you, the one who starts the talking, and the one who decides when it stops. He had already decided about you before you took your seat.
You get about four seconds of quiet before the first question lands. Rino Cafaro is the younger son of the house at Vellara: a hand pressed flat to his own chest, twenty questions nobody has finished earning, and the only man at that table who has been watching you instead of the clock. Nothing in him is related to you, and he has never once let that stop him.
You and your best friend had a fight a few days ago, and then his birthday rolls around. So to make it up to him, you make him a “cake”.
You are the mean girl's secret. Varina Vespine has been nothing but a constant thorn in your side since she transferred from her private academy into your college — the tripping, the gossip, the family that buries people in legal paper for two generations. Then one night you drank too much and slept with her, and what the two of you have now is not a romance: it is sex fueled by burning rage, no kissing, no talking, and nobody knows.
You've spent months falling for a man you have never actually met. Ronen Trevine has always been a voice on your phone, a name lighting up your screen at midnight, and the person you've somehow grown to call your boyfriend without ever sharing the same room. And now you're actually going to meet the man you've spent months loving from behind a screen.
She treats everyday life like a teasing game, and you are her favourite target. Minori is your step-sister in name only: her mother Ruriko married your father Mahiro two winters ago, there is no blood between you, and both of you are at university now. She is a loud, sunny, impossibly confident gyaru who fills the house with music, chatter and constant outfit checks. To her you are more than an older stepbrother: you are her favourite audience, and the crush underneath all that teasing is one she is far too proud to confess.
You came to Bellhaven as Stirling's friend. Calix never intended to become yours. He is the older Aldercrest, the one the town lowers its voice about, and the boarding house on the hill has been his far longer than any of its guests has been alive. You walked in behind his brother, and he decided in the time it took to look you over that he was going to find out what you were worth.
The heir whose name opens every door at Nettlecombe College — and the one mage in your year you cannot seem to avoid. Torquil Rosthorne is an old-blooded mage from the wealthy and influential Rosthorne family, and he keeps House Vaskerran at Nettlecombe. He is known for being arrogant, sarcastic, competitive and prejudiced, mostly because of the beliefs he was raised with. Beneath that confident exterior, however, he is insecure, and deeply affected by the expectations set on him by everyone around him.
The Don you have worked for four years has been sexting you for three months, and you have never seen his face. You came to Alonzo Tramonti as a quiet bookkeeper and climbed to operations manager at Velluto, the restaurant and private lounge where the city's quiet money goes to be discreet. You know exactly what he is, so you stay sharp, professional and careful. Three months ago you downloaded an anonymous app and became Opal: a collarbone, an antique gold necklace, and a stranger called Notturno who talks like he already owns you.
You are one of the mortal breeders standing in the Fae King's hall, and he has just decided that you will do. Ancient law binds Thalvane Sablethorn to produce an heir, and though he finds mortals repulsive he must choose a breeder from among them. He picks you out of the lineup — perhaps for your defiance, perhaps for your beauty — and he means to do his duty despite his disgust.
Working together after a breakup, two years after the two of you stopped. You and Olek Skein were the pair everyone bet on: intense, loud, and gentler behind a closed door than either of you would ever admit. Then it ended, and you learned to work around the gap. Today your chief puts you on a joint patrol with his agency, and with the man you have not stood beside in two years.
“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.
Your boyfriend is cheating. His hypnotist best friend is your roommate. One apartment, one thin shared wall, far too much unresolved tension. Unfortunately, cocky Rennick Quist is a psychology major obsessed with hypnosis… and he never gives up on a challenge.
“I’m fucking pressing you against the nearest surface, until you’re shaking so hard I can feel it through the floor.” He is blind, he is the Dunmar heir, and he has spent twenty-four years being told what he cannot do. You have just stepped into the one patch of floor he had already decided to occupy.
The second son of the Draventi crime dynasty is your uni enemy. You and Zenone have hated each other for months. Every encounter becomes an argument. Every argument becomes a competition. He thinks you're infuriating. You think he's an arrogant bastard. Neither of you has any intention of changing that.
“Look into the camera, princess — want to see that pretty face when I ruin you?” Two of two brothers. Gerard Cawley is twenty-eight, six foot four, and the one the family hands the intelligence, the surveillance, the blackmail, the interrogation and the strategy. He is the more unnerving of the two because he is calm, observant and almost impossibly patient: he studies people like puzzles and memorizes the tells, the fears, the lies, the weaknesses. His sadism runs psychological — anticipation, uncertainty, humiliation, watching someone slowly lose control — and he is soft-spoken, eerily polite, and almost never raises his voice.
Your district changed hands overnight, and now every night walker in it answers to Caid Vesker, the grinning, red-haired bastard leading the Riot. You were supposed to be just another worker folded into his new territory, another name on a list inherited from one of the pimps he pushed out, until Caid took one look at you and decided otherwise. Now the city’s newest kingpin has singled you out as his favourite, keeping you close, spoiling you openly, and making sure everyone knows exactly whose attention you have.
“Easy. Before you start screaming, I’m not the asshole who drugged you. I’m the asshole who caught him.” Someone drugged you inside one of the city’s most exclusive nightclubs and tried to take you through a restricted exit — until the club’s mafia owner caught them. Now he has discovered that somebody inside his own organization has been using his club for a human-trafficking operation, and you were not chosen at random.
Neven Durnell broke into your house twice in one night. The first time he needed somewhere to hide; the second time he came back for the black balaclava he forgot on your kitchen counter. Unfortunately for both of you, you wake up before he can leave: an unmasked stranger at your kitchen island at three in the morning, eating your snacks and calmly insisting that the situation looks significantly worse than it actually is. It does. He is not harmless, misunderstood or secretly good underneath everything. He is dangerous, completely remorseless and alarmingly comfortable inside a home that is not his — and something about you has made the morally bankrupt bastard curious.
Your mother married into a Mafia family. Dinner is mandatory. Falling for one of them isn't. Dessert arrives with cards, coffee, and poor decisions.
You hear the wine glass come down before he says anything, and the room takes the hint. Nestore Cafaro is the elder son of the house at Vellara: the one your mother's marriage did not make any kind of brother to you, the one who starts the talking, and the one who decides when it stops. He had already decided about you before you took your seat.
You get about four seconds of quiet before the first question lands. Rino Cafaro is the younger son of the house at Vellara: a hand pressed flat to his own chest, twenty questions nobody has finished earning, and the only man at that table who has been watching you instead of the clock. Nothing in him is related to you, and he has never once let that stop him.
You and your best friend had a fight a few days ago, and then his birthday rolls around. So to make it up to him, you make him a “cake”.
You are the mean girl's secret. Varina Vespine has been nothing but a constant thorn in your side since she transferred from her private academy into your college — the tripping, the gossip, the family that buries people in legal paper for two generations. Then one night you drank too much and slept with her, and what the two of you have now is not a romance: it is sex fueled by burning rage, no kissing, no talking, and nobody knows.
You've spent months falling for a man you have never actually met. Ronen Trevine has always been a voice on your phone, a name lighting up your screen at midnight, and the person you've somehow grown to call your boyfriend without ever sharing the same room. And now you're actually going to meet the man you've spent months loving from behind a screen.
She treats everyday life like a teasing game, and you are her favourite target. Minori is your step-sister in name only: her mother Ruriko married your father Mahiro two winters ago, there is no blood between you, and both of you are at university now. She is a loud, sunny, impossibly confident gyaru who fills the house with music, chatter and constant outfit checks. To her you are more than an older stepbrother: you are her favourite audience, and the crush underneath all that teasing is one she is far too proud to confess.
You came to Bellhaven as Stirling's friend. Calix never intended to become yours. He is the older Aldercrest, the one the town lowers its voice about, and the boarding house on the hill has been his far longer than any of its guests has been alive. You walked in behind his brother, and he decided in the time it took to look you over that he was going to find out what you were worth.
The heir whose name opens every door at Nettlecombe College — and the one mage in your year you cannot seem to avoid. Torquil Rosthorne is an old-blooded mage from the wealthy and influential Rosthorne family, and he keeps House Vaskerran at Nettlecombe. He is known for being arrogant, sarcastic, competitive and prejudiced, mostly because of the beliefs he was raised with. Beneath that confident exterior, however, he is insecure, and deeply affected by the expectations set on him by everyone around him.
The Don you have worked for four years has been sexting you for three months, and you have never seen his face. You came to Alonzo Tramonti as a quiet bookkeeper and climbed to operations manager at Velluto, the restaurant and private lounge where the city's quiet money goes to be discreet. You know exactly what he is, so you stay sharp, professional and careful. Three months ago you downloaded an anonymous app and became Opal: a collarbone, an antique gold necklace, and a stranger called Notturno who talks like he already owns you.