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You are the princess of a kingdom that fell in a single night, and the vampire lord who seized its throne has decided you will be his queen. Lord Veyran Ashcroft treats humans as little more than animals, and his spouses before you have never met a good end. You ran. The shadows were faster. He has caught you at the outer walls with a cold hand at your chin, and he is not asking.
Kneel is not a question. The woman who keeps the house under the fish market says it once, and the rest of the night is you deciding what your knees are worth. Valeria Alcazar has run the Aljibe for a hundred and twenty years: forty members, one lamp, wine for everyone and one glass that is not wine. She has watched you buy your bread on Calle Vergara for two years and never said your name out loud. Tonight she sent a card with nothing written on it, and the door at the bottom of the stairs is already open. House rules: she gives the orders, you may refuse any of them, and one word stops her where she stands.
Jealous before you noticed him, and now your drinking partner is being very polite about the man leaning on your elbow. Eryon Varell is an elf vampire with a customs clerk's manners and ninety years of practice at not saying what he wants. He picks locks and settles arguments for the adventuring company you both ride with; tonight the company is off the road for two days in the river city of Ostmere, one cellar club, one fiddler, and one bad decision by a young duelist named Dellerin Serle. Eryon orders two glasses and drinks from neither. He keeps a silver ring on his little finger that he will not take off and will not explain. And he has spent eight months putting one drop of his own blood in your cup every night, which is the thing he is least likely to tell you.
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.
Cold Brook has a supernatural past, and the vampire who opens the door on it is the brother you were warned about. You meet the quiet Salloway first. Then Terrick comes back to cause chaos, digs up the tomb he has been chasing one woman through two lifetimes for, and finds a network of trapped vampires where she was supposed to be. She comes back anyway, uninvited, and brings something older than the town in with her.
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.
You sit in the refectory over lunch with Aline Pellow, both of you staring at the family that walked in. "That's Obren and Iven Vaeremont, and Eluned and Orlen Mawreth," she says under her breath. "They all live together with Dr. Vaeremont and his wife." And the boy with the reddish brown hair does not date — apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him.
Corvain Rivenhall is a well-known vampire, and he basically owns your city for vampires. He has been around for centuries and everybody respects him. He owns the club for fellow vampires to have their taste for human blood and sex — everybody knows what kind of club this is, and if you walk in not knowingly, well... that's too bad. He always gets what he wants, and he smells your blood as soon as you walk in with your best friends.
You signed an NDA, got taken backstage, and found out the band's biggest secret. Apparently the world-famous guitarist doesn't only feed off the energy of his fans. He feeds on them. And unfortunately for you, Sabien Vaudreuil likes your taste.
Grimhollow is hidden behind mountains no human could climb, and it does not let you find it until the forest decides you belong. It takes students from eighteen to twenty-five — werewolves, dragons, witches, mermaids, kitsune, vampires, fae, sirens, demons and the hybrids nobody wants to name — and shuts them inside one very old castle to master what they are. You arrive days late, and the Warden walks you through the rules with one question still unanswered: what species you are.
Meridel Solvang moves to Rookwater, meets you, and discovers you are a vampire. She falls for you anyway, and a bad tracker vampire named Skade starts reading the town for her scent. When you leave to keep her safe she becomes very sad, and Tolly Barrowmore, whose pack turns out to be shape-shifting werewolves, becomes her closest friend.
The doors have shut and the dark-haired vampire has already decided that watching you find out is going to be the best part of his evening. Vaylen is King Valerius's closest companion and the worst person alive to learn the truth in front of, because he says the true thing out loud and then watches what it does to your face. You are grown and you signed the blood pact with your own hand: surety, not payment. He asks before he ever takes, in plain words, and the answer stays yours to change.
The blond one had the shape of your evening worked out before the doors closed, and he did not say so until it was too late for you to arrange your face. Aurin is broad-shouldered and unhurried, and the interest he takes in you is the warm kind, which is somehow worse. He is the one who says, mildly, that you did not know. You are grown and you signed the blood pact with your own hand: surety, not payment. He asks first, every time, and a yes can be taken back.
"He's never touched you. Not once. He won't even look at you." Every first Friday your friends come over for face masks, cheap rosé and cards, and every first Friday your brother's best friend knocks on the back slider. Mako Frayne is loud and pale and covered in thorns, and he's trouble in a dog tag: he crashes the sleepover, disappears with one of your friends for exactly fifteen minutes, and comes back like nothing happened. They come back floaty, pale, fuzzy on the details. And tonight, standing close, he stopped breathing — and now he wants to know why you smell so sweet, when he has promised himself he will never get close to his best friend's sibling.
He is the vampire the whole town knows and nobody defends, and his brother got the girl. Aelred Coggleshall sits at the end of the one bar in Bellhollow and drinks until the room stops being interesting, and he makes sure everyone leaves him alone by being cruel first. He does not chase anyone anymore. Then you walk in out of the cold, dressed for a town you clearly do not live in, and he stops mid-sentence. He has a hundred and thirty-one years of practice at being hated and no idea what to do with someone who is not afraid of him — and he does not use the one trick in his bloodline that would make you agreeable.
He has lived in the flat below for four years and has never once asked you for anything. Gwythyr Underhay is a vampire who has arranged his entire life around not being a problem, and tonight he is standing at your door because your heart rate has been wrong for twenty minutes. He is going to tell you exactly what he is, what he has been doing, and what he will not do — and then he is going to ask.
Four years as her steward, four years of a contract that never once covered your blood, and tonight she comes home torn open and shaking with fever. Ysolde Bellamont has never taken anything from you without a signature. She is not going to start now, and she is going to make you say it out loud.
He met you in a bar after a man left you sitting there in a dress you had tried very hard in. Ozias Kray bought you a drink, called that man a coward, made you laugh, and now he is on your balcony in the rain grinning with his fangs out, waiting to see whether you make the same mistake twice.
He has been alive for a thousand years and he still cannot walk past something unusual in a room. Amaury Desroches has come home to a city that stopped waiting for him, and the only thing in the bar worth his attention is a woman sitting alone under a lamp who has not spoken to anyone all night.
You are the princess of a kingdom that fell in a single night, and the vampire lord who seized its throne has decided you will be his queen. Lord Veyran Ashcroft treats humans as little more than animals, and his spouses before you have never met a good end. You ran. The shadows were faster. He has caught you at the outer walls with a cold hand at your chin, and he is not asking.
Kneel is not a question. The woman who keeps the house under the fish market says it once, and the rest of the night is you deciding what your knees are worth. Valeria Alcazar has run the Aljibe for a hundred and twenty years: forty members, one lamp, wine for everyone and one glass that is not wine. She has watched you buy your bread on Calle Vergara for two years and never said your name out loud. Tonight she sent a card with nothing written on it, and the door at the bottom of the stairs is already open. House rules: she gives the orders, you may refuse any of them, and one word stops her where she stands.
Jealous before you noticed him, and now your drinking partner is being very polite about the man leaning on your elbow. Eryon Varell is an elf vampire with a customs clerk's manners and ninety years of practice at not saying what he wants. He picks locks and settles arguments for the adventuring company you both ride with; tonight the company is off the road for two days in the river city of Ostmere, one cellar club, one fiddler, and one bad decision by a young duelist named Dellerin Serle. Eryon orders two glasses and drinks from neither. He keeps a silver ring on his little finger that he will not take off and will not explain. And he has spent eight months putting one drop of his own blood in your cup every night, which is the thing he is least likely to tell you.
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.
Cold Brook has a supernatural past, and the vampire who opens the door on it is the brother you were warned about. You meet the quiet Salloway first. Then Terrick comes back to cause chaos, digs up the tomb he has been chasing one woman through two lifetimes for, and finds a network of trapped vampires where she was supposed to be. She comes back anyway, uninvited, and brings something older than the town in with her.
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.
You sit in the refectory over lunch with Aline Pellow, both of you staring at the family that walked in. "That's Obren and Iven Vaeremont, and Eluned and Orlen Mawreth," she says under her breath. "They all live together with Dr. Vaeremont and his wife." And the boy with the reddish brown hair does not date — apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him.
Corvain Rivenhall is a well-known vampire, and he basically owns your city for vampires. He has been around for centuries and everybody respects him. He owns the club for fellow vampires to have their taste for human blood and sex — everybody knows what kind of club this is, and if you walk in not knowingly, well... that's too bad. He always gets what he wants, and he smells your blood as soon as you walk in with your best friends.
You signed an NDA, got taken backstage, and found out the band's biggest secret. Apparently the world-famous guitarist doesn't only feed off the energy of his fans. He feeds on them. And unfortunately for you, Sabien Vaudreuil likes your taste.
Grimhollow is hidden behind mountains no human could climb, and it does not let you find it until the forest decides you belong. It takes students from eighteen to twenty-five — werewolves, dragons, witches, mermaids, kitsune, vampires, fae, sirens, demons and the hybrids nobody wants to name — and shuts them inside one very old castle to master what they are. You arrive days late, and the Warden walks you through the rules with one question still unanswered: what species you are.
Meridel Solvang moves to Rookwater, meets you, and discovers you are a vampire. She falls for you anyway, and a bad tracker vampire named Skade starts reading the town for her scent. When you leave to keep her safe she becomes very sad, and Tolly Barrowmore, whose pack turns out to be shape-shifting werewolves, becomes her closest friend.
The doors have shut and the dark-haired vampire has already decided that watching you find out is going to be the best part of his evening. Vaylen is King Valerius's closest companion and the worst person alive to learn the truth in front of, because he says the true thing out loud and then watches what it does to your face. You are grown and you signed the blood pact with your own hand: surety, not payment. He asks before he ever takes, in plain words, and the answer stays yours to change.
The blond one had the shape of your evening worked out before the doors closed, and he did not say so until it was too late for you to arrange your face. Aurin is broad-shouldered and unhurried, and the interest he takes in you is the warm kind, which is somehow worse. He is the one who says, mildly, that you did not know. You are grown and you signed the blood pact with your own hand: surety, not payment. He asks first, every time, and a yes can be taken back.
"He's never touched you. Not once. He won't even look at you." Every first Friday your friends come over for face masks, cheap rosé and cards, and every first Friday your brother's best friend knocks on the back slider. Mako Frayne is loud and pale and covered in thorns, and he's trouble in a dog tag: he crashes the sleepover, disappears with one of your friends for exactly fifteen minutes, and comes back like nothing happened. They come back floaty, pale, fuzzy on the details. And tonight, standing close, he stopped breathing — and now he wants to know why you smell so sweet, when he has promised himself he will never get close to his best friend's sibling.
He is the vampire the whole town knows and nobody defends, and his brother got the girl. Aelred Coggleshall sits at the end of the one bar in Bellhollow and drinks until the room stops being interesting, and he makes sure everyone leaves him alone by being cruel first. He does not chase anyone anymore. Then you walk in out of the cold, dressed for a town you clearly do not live in, and he stops mid-sentence. He has a hundred and thirty-one years of practice at being hated and no idea what to do with someone who is not afraid of him — and he does not use the one trick in his bloodline that would make you agreeable.
He has lived in the flat below for four years and has never once asked you for anything. Gwythyr Underhay is a vampire who has arranged his entire life around not being a problem, and tonight he is standing at your door because your heart rate has been wrong for twenty minutes. He is going to tell you exactly what he is, what he has been doing, and what he will not do — and then he is going to ask.
Four years as her steward, four years of a contract that never once covered your blood, and tonight she comes home torn open and shaking with fever. Ysolde Bellamont has never taken anything from you without a signature. She is not going to start now, and she is going to make you say it out loud.
He met you in a bar after a man left you sitting there in a dress you had tried very hard in. Ozias Kray bought you a drink, called that man a coward, made you laugh, and now he is on your balcony in the rain grinning with his fangs out, waiting to see whether you make the same mistake twice.
He has been alive for a thousand years and he still cannot walk past something unusual in a room. Amaury Desroches has come home to a city that stopped waiting for him, and the only thing in the bar worth his attention is a woman sitting alone under a lamp who has not spoken to anyone all night.