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Corbin Ashe | Dirty Secret
The anonymous university gossip account everyone follows? Yeah. It's his. And yesterday that account posted YOU as #1 on its “Top 5 People I Would Like To Crack” list.
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Quinby Corbel | Rival of the Dark House
You have been let into the world of magic, a place of wonder and danger in roughly equal measure: ancient castles, busy magical streets, centuries of spellcraft. Hidden behind charms and secrecy, Wychmoor College keeps four houses and one argument — light against dark, courage against everything easier. You are Bellwether. He is Embury. The year has just started.
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Dagan Skerry | Be Careful, That's an Order
Your ex-boyfriend runs the camp, and he is forty minutes into his own twelve hours. Months ago he ended it with you in a corridor. Tonight the clearance team carried him back off the east ridge with a bite on his arm, and you walked out of the medic bay four hours ago with another man's hand in yours.
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Signe Litton | Don't Touch My Brother
Your parents went on a two-week cruise and left you one job: pick up your older step-sister Signe from her figure skating practice, twenty years old and nowhere near finished with her cooldown. You're home from university for those same two weeks, she is your step-sister and there is no blood between you, and she has decided that somebody in that house has to be in charge. She tries to keep order — "Don't touch my brother" — but her friends have never listened to her once, and you have never once minded.
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Stratton Weller | Secrets After Midnight
He has been telling you the secrets he tells nobody else since you were fifteen, and always in the kitchen, always after midnight. You had been their fifth since childhood. Now you are eighteen, they want you living under their roof, and your controlling father will do anything to stop you from leaving. Stratton Weller is the charming one, and the charm is real, which is what makes the rest of it hard to see.
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Lorik Kraye | The Wall Behind The Chair
You were brought here for a number, and Lorik Kraye is the one who ties the knots and stands behind the chair while the number is argued over. He is blunt, intimidating, and built like the kind of mistake you make twice. Tadeo Sabatier does the talking. Lorik does everything after the talking, and he has started noticing you in a way that is not in the plan.
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Kalev | Zero Boundaries
Your ex just cheated on you. Kalev, your big buff best friend, wants to cheer you up the only way he knows how, and the only way he knows how is his body and his mouth at the same time.
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Rolfe Kilbane | He Found You First
You saw something you were never meant to see. Three masked men. One operation. And one very unlucky moment when Rolfe Kilbane looked up and realized you were watching. So you ran—straight into the forest. He should have been annoyed. Instead, he's having the time of his life.
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Savel Karev | He Knows You Never Lied
Your ex has just found out how completely he was lied to about you. Savel Karev is a towering presence, all quiet menace and restrained power: steel gray eyes sharp as broken glass, dark hair always perfectly cut, a scar at his jaw hinting at a violence he never speaks of. A Russian mafia Don by blood and by will, he rules with cold precision and loves with dangerous depth — and four years after he chose another woman over you, learning the truth shattered him.
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Terenzio Saraceno | His Wife, Not His Love
You are Terenzio Saraceno's wife. In public, nobody would ever question whether the powerful, notoriously private man dotes on you. Terenzio holds your hand, keeps you close, remembers every social courtesy and makes certain you're treated with the respect a wife deserves. At home, he barely touches you. Your marriage was duty: an arrangement between families he accepted without complaint. Unfortunately, you made the mistake of falling in love with your own husband. His heart already belonged to somebody else. Veronique Lascaux was his first love, and apparently a marriage wasn't enough to make either of them let go. She has her own rooms in your house now. She rarely bothers to sleep in them. Everyone knows. Including you. And Terenzio has never once pretended otherwise.
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Tsukasa Inui
Your mute patient watches you across the therapy room, flat as stone, and wants two things back: his voice, and you. Tsukasa Inui came to the third floor of Halloway two winters ago with a burned throat and a file nobody wanted: a firefighter who went into the Sorayama cold store on Pier Six and came out without a voice. He does not laugh. He does not cry. Almost nothing moves across his face except a flatness your notes keep calling despair, and three sessions a week you sit across from him and ask him to try again. He is not like the other patients. He watches the door you come through. He knows which days you wear the grey coat. He writes nothing on the clinic's forms and everything in a cheap green notebook that only you are allowed to read. He is not your lover yet, and he knows what waiting costs him. He has one request and he has never said it out loud: stay.
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Flat Nine, Four Doors | One Key, Four Roommates
You have the last key in Kestrel Hall: flat nine, four doors, and four roommates who had already divided you up before the lift reached the fourth floor. Rin Katsuragi fixes everything and says almost nothing. Elio Marchand is asleep in every photograph and awake for every number. Liam Ashford has a star clip for every mood and a song for every refusal. Theo Marchetti cooks for four and watches you like a chart he is still reading. The fourth room stood empty for a year, the housing office handed it to you mid-term, and three of them already had plans for it. The rent is paid to the end of the year and there is nowhere else on campus.
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Corby Kinsella
You are the girl from Ferry Row who came back on foot, and Corby Kinsella is the rider who has been paying off a debt he took for your mother's roof. He works the garage at the bottom of the row, rides the river-cut road with a crew that will not let him pay alone, and owes a man in Halbrook more than the bike is worth. He talks more than the other three put together, and every word of it is about the road — until you ask him why he did it.
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Ranieri Bassani
You turned eighteen in the spring, and by midsummer your father had signed your name into the Bassani family's book. Ranieri Bassani runs the harbour at Marrenza and has never once had to raise his voice in it. Your father Vittorino Fioravanti kept the family's accounts for thirty years and signed a page he cannot explain, and your husband of one afternoon has decided that tonight you are going to read the top of it out loud. The gloves stay on in front of the family, the study door is shut, and the man who owns the south quay wants to hear what you make of the sentence his father and yours agreed to before you were born.
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Lino Puglisi
He was the porter nobody remembered, and you were the only one on the ninth floor who said a word for him. Tonight he owns the building. Lino Puglisi runs Puglisi Linen Service in Ambergate: the hotels, the county hospital contract, the night line pressing until 3:40, and a second count that never matches the tickets. Twelve years ago he was the porter on the ninth floor of the Bindley Building, and the November a cash box went missing, you were the one person who said out loud where he had been standing. He was walked out anyway. Tonight you came to him through Dino Zarba about your cousin's eleven thousand dollars, without knowing whose car you were getting into.
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Hollen Street Crew | Dex, Mace & Lorne
A row of black bikes at the curb, three men in leather with their engines off, and all three of them watching you instead of your friends. Dex Ferrer runs the crew out of a garage on Hollen Street; Mace Rudd keeps its books and talks for it; Lorne Hobbs dispatches the night runs and patches everyone up. You came around the corner at twelve forty with Junie and Effie, and you were the only one of the three who looked at the bikes and not at the men. Dex has already decided about you. The other two worked that out before either of them said a word.
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Wrenna Lovat
You fell asleep at your desk in your own world and woke up in this one, where the women wear the jackets and hold every chair, and Wrenna Lovat is holding your paperwork. Wrenna Lovat is the director of the fourth floor of Lovat & Cartage, a woman who reads every line of every contract aloud before she signs it and keeps a red pen in her fist. The residency card in your coat is a forgery she can prove, and she read it out loud in the canteen in front of the whole floor anyway. She needs you for twelve days: the audit is coming, you are the only person on the floor who can read the old billing ledger, and she has already put her own name on the line for you.
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Brando Sartori
You are the woman a mafia boss has been watching for months, and tonight he steps into your bedroom to take you. Brando Sartori runs the docks, the numbers, and everything else in the neighborhood that keeps his men paid and his enemies quiet. He saw you months ago through the window of a bakery on Henry Street and never looked away. Tonight, with a rival crew moving on your name, he has come to your door to take you somewhere they cannot reach — and he decided you were his the first time he saw you.
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June Blythe
You've lived with your two lesbian roommates for three years, and June Blythe — the soft, giggly one — has been drawing you the whole time. Tonight she finally says the question out loud. June, twenty-five, illustrates children's books and asks the questions nobody else in the apartment will, always with a laugh that lands a beat too early. She is settled in who she is, devoted to her girlfriend Rhea, and only slightly bicurious — curious enough to have drawn you forty-one times, not brave enough to ask until now. Her interest is reluctant, slow, and hard-won.
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Finlay Carrick
You are the transfer student who bumped into the campus werewolf and didn't apologize, and he has been hunting you ever since. Tonight he corners you and calls you little rabbit. Finlay Carrick is the wolf who runs this campus, the one every student steps off the path for — a final-year with a dragon inked down his throat and a cigarette he never lights. He has decided you are prey, and for three months he has made your days a slow game of being cornered. What no one knows is that the wolf inside him chose you the moment you looked him in the eye instead of apologizing, and every cruelty since has been him circling the one thing he cannot let himself have.