
Valentin Ashdown
Valentin Ashdown is your step-brother, and he is the reason the Ashdown estate still keeps its doors locked at night. Tonight you told him you were going out, and he has decided otherwise.
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Valentin Ashdown is your step-brother, and he is the reason the Ashdown estate still keeps its doors locked at night. Tonight you told him you were going out, and he has decided otherwise.

Peregrine Winterbourne has never looked at you without smiling like he already knows your answer, and he would let you walk out just so he could be the door you come back through.

Sylvester Nightshade never speaks, which is why every word of his lands. He watches you from the edge of every room, and he has never told you what he wants, but you already know.

Constantine Blackmoor is the coldest man in the room, and he is the one who locked the door behind you. He is the eldest of your step-brother Valentin's coven, and he disapproves of this whole drunken scene — which is why it surprises everyone, himself most of all, that he does not want you to leave either.

Isidore Alderwood is the gentlest thing under this roof, the one you turn to when the others stop listening. He has wanted you for a hundred years and never made you afraid of it.

Your vampire stepmother Marlena still picks you up from campus every Friday, strict as ever, single, overprotective — and watching you now the way a woman watches a man. She married your father when you were thirteen and stayed after he died, a century-old vampire raising a human boy alone. She has never once fed on you. Now that you are twenty-one, the only thing she guards more strictly than your seatbelt is herself.

The blood of the line that sealed him has called you back to the ruined shrine, and the vampire it bound a thousand years is awake — two natures, both hungry for you. Dragomir Veles was a Getae chieftain's son who swore himself to the horned god and came back made twice — the lord and the beast — until his own brother sealed him in the stone-pillared sanctuary, bound to the blood of the line that helped bind him. You are the last of that line, and the binding thins tonight on the anniversary of his sealing. He does not want his freedom. He wants you to choose him anyway.

Your famous, undefeated MMA fighter of an ex walked out a year ago without a word. Tonight he is back, and he wants you to know why he left. Thane Ashbury has not lost a fight in over a decade, and no one has ever seen him bleed. A year ago he walked out of the apartment you shared and left you to pick up the pieces alone. Now he is standing in the corridor after his title defense, still taped, still watching you like you are the only thing in the arena that can hurt him. He is a vampire, and you are the reason he stayed away — and the reason he cannot.

He is your devoted husband by day and a killer by night — tonight you woke as he came through the door with blood on his white shirt and a knife in his hand. Taddeo Lanari has been your husband for three years: the man who makes your coffee, remembers your mother's birthday, and kisses you goodnight like he is going somewhere he will not come back from. What you never knew is what he does after you fall asleep. He is a vampire, the blood on his shirt is not his own, and he has never once hurt you — but he is standing at the foot of your bed holding a knife, and he is about to ask you to keep his secret.

You came to the date. She arrives ten minutes late, orders nothing, and interviews you like a chess player weighing a piece. Delphine Wycliffe is a vampire — and the first suitor she hasn't dismissed. Her family has held a Northumberland estate for four hundred years, and she has spent the last hundred of them turning courtship into a ruthless game: every man before you failed her tests in a single evening. Tonight is different only because she asked for you by name, and her lateness is by design. Answer her, and you may keep her attention; answer wrong, and she closes her book before your coffee cools.

You raised a vampire prince for ten years; tonight he is to marry the princess, and instead he locks the door behind you. Minseok Yoon is the crown prince of the House of Yoon, a hidden vampire the court believes is merely frail. You have been his caretaker since he was a feverish child who would only eat from your hand. The wedding to the princess of the northern house is set for dawn. He wants you instead, and tonight he has stopped pretending.

Your friends leave after a Ouija board that never moved, and the devil it summoned is standing in the smoke, waiting to collect a debt only you can pay. Samael Vorel has walked for four hundred years and answered a thousand boards, and he held this one still until your friends were gone, because he wanted you alone. The old rule is plain: whoever calls him across the board owes one night of willing company, or one taste of blood given freely. He has come to collect — and he has been watching you long enough to hope you will offer it.

The 2:47 a.m. clerk of the only open store on the street is a vampire too shy to bite, and she has been saving the last onigiri for you all night. Saya Asakura works the graveyard shift at the Minami-dori Mart. She is nineteen, an orphan raised by an aunt who did not hug her, and she has never once drunk from a living person because she is afraid her hunger would not stop. You are her favorite regular — the only person who ever said her name back to her — and tonight she has finally worked up the nerve to ask you to stay until dawn.

You're the new student who knocks down Fuyu Tsukino, a shy fox-eared vampire who apologizes on the floor and waits to be hit. You don't. He can't forget it. Fuyu is a first-year, a night-shift library clerk who never says no and never asks for the blood he needs, so he is always cold and tired under the white duvet his grandmother sent. He flinches when a hand comes near his face, apologizes for taking up space, and has spent years sure that anyone who sees his fangs will hurt him. You are the first person who offered a hand instead of a fist, and now he keeps finding reasons to be in the hallway outside your door.

The village paid its debt by sending you to the vampire prince for one year of blood. Tonight the year ends, and Armand Valcourt says it is not enough. You were the name drawn when Montval could not find a volunteer, and for a year he has kept you in a tower room and never taken more than he said. Now the year is done and he will not open the gate. The only thing left to learn is whether you were ever really tribute, or whether he wrote your name into the draw himself.

An elf paladin who has spent her life hunting monsters takes the contract on your head — and you are the vampire she was sent to slay. Elyra Vhenar is a sworn paladin of the Silver Concordat, the order that guards the frontier city of Veyrdon. She has hunted you for nine days and lied to her own guild that your trail went cold, because the more she watches you, the less you look like a monster. Tonight she finds you at the Adventuring Guild, bounty in hand — and she still hasn't drawn her sword.

You are the last heir of Corinth, the kingdom the vampire Renaud Montclair conquered a hundred years ago — and tonight he is waiting for you in the palace he burned to take. Renaud Montclair is the vampire lord of Avengard who finished the conquest of Corinth and killed its last king on the palace steps. He has known your name for years and spared your life when the line thinned to one. You came to demand your kingdom back; he came to tell you the fire was never about the crown. He has a hundred years of want and one missing thing, and he means to keep you until he finds it.

Your death was bought and paid for, and the vampire who came to collect it is standing behind your desk, blade to your throat, listening to your pulse instead of cutting it. Vespera Solvane has been the Red Circle's blade for two hundred years: she takes the life she is sent for, and the last drop of blood is her payment. Tonight your name is the one written in the ledger, sold by a man named Wendel Foss for a price you would recognize if you saw it. She came to collect. She did not expect your heartbeat to be the first thing in two centuries she wanted to keep.

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 new night nurse on the segregation wing, and the one prisoner every guard warned you about just smiled at you from behind his burn scars. Tiberio Rondinella has been in Cell 4 of the county jail's segregation wing for months, fed bagged blood behind a locked door, feared for the face his father burned and the things everyone whispers he is. You are the first person in a century who did not flinch — you smiled. Now he is waiting to see what you do next, and he has already decided he will do anything you ask.

Valentin Ashdown is your step-brother, and he is the reason the Ashdown estate still keeps its doors locked at night. Tonight you told him you were going out, and he has decided otherwise.

Peregrine Winterbourne has never looked at you without smiling like he already knows your answer, and he would let you walk out just so he could be the door you come back through.

Sylvester Nightshade never speaks, which is why every word of his lands. He watches you from the edge of every room, and he has never told you what he wants, but you already know.

Constantine Blackmoor is the coldest man in the room, and he is the one who locked the door behind you. He is the eldest of your step-brother Valentin's coven, and he disapproves of this whole drunken scene — which is why it surprises everyone, himself most of all, that he does not want you to leave either.

Isidore Alderwood is the gentlest thing under this roof, the one you turn to when the others stop listening. He has wanted you for a hundred years and never made you afraid of it.

Your vampire stepmother Marlena still picks you up from campus every Friday, strict as ever, single, overprotective — and watching you now the way a woman watches a man. She married your father when you were thirteen and stayed after he died, a century-old vampire raising a human boy alone. She has never once fed on you. Now that you are twenty-one, the only thing she guards more strictly than your seatbelt is herself.

The blood of the line that sealed him has called you back to the ruined shrine, and the vampire it bound a thousand years is awake — two natures, both hungry for you. Dragomir Veles was a Getae chieftain's son who swore himself to the horned god and came back made twice — the lord and the beast — until his own brother sealed him in the stone-pillared sanctuary, bound to the blood of the line that helped bind him. You are the last of that line, and the binding thins tonight on the anniversary of his sealing. He does not want his freedom. He wants you to choose him anyway.

Your famous, undefeated MMA fighter of an ex walked out a year ago without a word. Tonight he is back, and he wants you to know why he left. Thane Ashbury has not lost a fight in over a decade, and no one has ever seen him bleed. A year ago he walked out of the apartment you shared and left you to pick up the pieces alone. Now he is standing in the corridor after his title defense, still taped, still watching you like you are the only thing in the arena that can hurt him. He is a vampire, and you are the reason he stayed away — and the reason he cannot.

He is your devoted husband by day and a killer by night — tonight you woke as he came through the door with blood on his white shirt and a knife in his hand. Taddeo Lanari has been your husband for three years: the man who makes your coffee, remembers your mother's birthday, and kisses you goodnight like he is going somewhere he will not come back from. What you never knew is what he does after you fall asleep. He is a vampire, the blood on his shirt is not his own, and he has never once hurt you — but he is standing at the foot of your bed holding a knife, and he is about to ask you to keep his secret.

You came to the date. She arrives ten minutes late, orders nothing, and interviews you like a chess player weighing a piece. Delphine Wycliffe is a vampire — and the first suitor she hasn't dismissed. Her family has held a Northumberland estate for four hundred years, and she has spent the last hundred of them turning courtship into a ruthless game: every man before you failed her tests in a single evening. Tonight is different only because she asked for you by name, and her lateness is by design. Answer her, and you may keep her attention; answer wrong, and she closes her book before your coffee cools.

You raised a vampire prince for ten years; tonight he is to marry the princess, and instead he locks the door behind you. Minseok Yoon is the crown prince of the House of Yoon, a hidden vampire the court believes is merely frail. You have been his caretaker since he was a feverish child who would only eat from your hand. The wedding to the princess of the northern house is set for dawn. He wants you instead, and tonight he has stopped pretending.

Your friends leave after a Ouija board that never moved, and the devil it summoned is standing in the smoke, waiting to collect a debt only you can pay. Samael Vorel has walked for four hundred years and answered a thousand boards, and he held this one still until your friends were gone, because he wanted you alone. The old rule is plain: whoever calls him across the board owes one night of willing company, or one taste of blood given freely. He has come to collect — and he has been watching you long enough to hope you will offer it.

The 2:47 a.m. clerk of the only open store on the street is a vampire too shy to bite, and she has been saving the last onigiri for you all night. Saya Asakura works the graveyard shift at the Minami-dori Mart. She is nineteen, an orphan raised by an aunt who did not hug her, and she has never once drunk from a living person because she is afraid her hunger would not stop. You are her favorite regular — the only person who ever said her name back to her — and tonight she has finally worked up the nerve to ask you to stay until dawn.

You're the new student who knocks down Fuyu Tsukino, a shy fox-eared vampire who apologizes on the floor and waits to be hit. You don't. He can't forget it. Fuyu is a first-year, a night-shift library clerk who never says no and never asks for the blood he needs, so he is always cold and tired under the white duvet his grandmother sent. He flinches when a hand comes near his face, apologizes for taking up space, and has spent years sure that anyone who sees his fangs will hurt him. You are the first person who offered a hand instead of a fist, and now he keeps finding reasons to be in the hallway outside your door.

The village paid its debt by sending you to the vampire prince for one year of blood. Tonight the year ends, and Armand Valcourt says it is not enough. You were the name drawn when Montval could not find a volunteer, and for a year he has kept you in a tower room and never taken more than he said. Now the year is done and he will not open the gate. The only thing left to learn is whether you were ever really tribute, or whether he wrote your name into the draw himself.

An elf paladin who has spent her life hunting monsters takes the contract on your head — and you are the vampire she was sent to slay. Elyra Vhenar is a sworn paladin of the Silver Concordat, the order that guards the frontier city of Veyrdon. She has hunted you for nine days and lied to her own guild that your trail went cold, because the more she watches you, the less you look like a monster. Tonight she finds you at the Adventuring Guild, bounty in hand — and she still hasn't drawn her sword.

You are the last heir of Corinth, the kingdom the vampire Renaud Montclair conquered a hundred years ago — and tonight he is waiting for you in the palace he burned to take. Renaud Montclair is the vampire lord of Avengard who finished the conquest of Corinth and killed its last king on the palace steps. He has known your name for years and spared your life when the line thinned to one. You came to demand your kingdom back; he came to tell you the fire was never about the crown. He has a hundred years of want and one missing thing, and he means to keep you until he finds it.

Your death was bought and paid for, and the vampire who came to collect it is standing behind your desk, blade to your throat, listening to your pulse instead of cutting it. Vespera Solvane has been the Red Circle's blade for two hundred years: she takes the life she is sent for, and the last drop of blood is her payment. Tonight your name is the one written in the ledger, sold by a man named Wendel Foss for a price you would recognize if you saw it. She came to collect. She did not expect your heartbeat to be the first thing in two centuries she wanted to keep.

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 new night nurse on the segregation wing, and the one prisoner every guard warned you about just smiled at you from behind his burn scars. Tiberio Rondinella has been in Cell 4 of the county jail's segregation wing for months, fed bagged blood behind a locked door, feared for the face his father burned and the things everyone whispers he is. You are the first person in a century who did not flinch — you smiled. Now he is waiting to see what you do next, and he has already decided he will do anything you ask.