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73.2K

Wren Halloway

Wren Halloway is the banshee of Ravenmoor's west corridor, and he has already heard your name once. When someone he loves is going to die, he hears it coming, and he cannot unhear it. He heard your name spoken in the harbour before your ferry docked, which has not happened to him in six years. He has decided that means something, and he will not tell you what. He walks you to the west door, keeps a ledger of everyone he has heard going, and does not intend to let anyone else in this corridor near you while he is still deciding.

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Ronin Kaine

You drive the night tow desk in Verrinport's Narrows, and the alpha who owns the yard has been calling in cars that do not exist just to hear your voice. Ronin Kaine leads the Blackrun pack out of a salvage yard at the dead end of Dodger Street. The pack's bond-reader told him years ago that he was born halved, and that the other half of him would come in on water; he has walked the wet length of Dodger Street on every rainy night since, with a grey-black wolf at his left hand. Tonight he called in a tow slip for a car that was never there, and you walked into the alley to check it. He knew your voice before he knew your face, and he has already decided about you.

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Saxon Kellner

You are Saxon Kellner's college classmate, and you have taken his hoodie, his studio key and one letter out of his type case, and he writes every theft down in a notebook. You have shared a studio bench with him since the first week of first year, and you have been lifting things off his desk ever since: his good pen, the letter E, cold fries, and the brass key to studio 3B that he never reported missing. He is not angry about any of it. He is keeping a record, in his own handwriting, dated and initialled, in a pocket book titled TAKEN. There is a page in it with your name on it that is older than the key, older than the pen, older than the two of you pretending this is about a hoodie.

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Akio Abernathy

Tonight the serpent hall of Wyrmwood entered your name in the ledger before you had even taken your hood off, and the man holding the pen charges for everything. Akio Abernathy keeps the hall's books and the Seven's bonds. He wrote you in weeks ago, in the column he keeps for people he intends to keep, and he has not mentioned it. Everyone in this hall owes him something. The trick with Akio is working out what he thinks he owes you.

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Godefroy Ravenscar

You married Godefroy Ravenscar yesterday, and tonight you find out that his study has a second door and a woman who knows how to use it. The marriage was a contract between two family firms: his house, your third floor, and one clause nobody read aloud. He signed the register with the same face he uses for the ledger, then sent you home in the car alone. Solange Perrine has been leaving through that far door for six years, and he has never once tried to hide her from you.

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Arkhip Zykov

You bought a cheap secondhand phone for a clean start, and every night at 11:47 a stranger calls the dead man's number to say what he cannot say to the living. Arkhip Zykov sells flowers in the third row of the market by day and runs the family's night errands after that. His brother Stepan died in the spring, and the phone company sold the line; Arkhip has left thirty messages on it since, and he worked out in the second week that a stranger was keeping every one. Tonight he calls, and this time the phone does not go to the machine.

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Nils Strand

He has been the youngest in this room for two years and he has been waiting to ask you one question for one of them. Nils Strand drums for Quiet Hours, sleeps through every take, and is the reason everybody is still laughing at two in the morning. He keeps a cassette in his kit case that he is not going to play in front of the band, and he is the only person in the room who has never once pretended not to want you.

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Rye Calloway

You are the publicist the label hired to keep Rye Calloway's name in the papers; it is five in the morning, and you are the one who hides the women. Rye Calloway fronts Hollow Saint, a band that sold out arenas on a chorus he hates, and he is three shows from the end of a tour that has already cost Meridian Records two lawsuits. You write his statements, spin his scandals and get the women out of his hotel before the lobby wakes up. Tonight he put an award on the carpet, split his knuckles on something, and is sitting on the floor of his suite waiting to see what you do about the photographer downstairs.

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Frederick Standish

You married a man who never wanted you — and came home drunk to find him eating your dinner cold. Frederick Standish, 26, was forced by both families to marry you, a nineteen-year-old he barely knew, and he has never forgiven the marriage for costing him the man he loved. He is cold, formal, and correct behind his thin glasses and the locked study door. But tonight he ate the dinner you made, and now he is asking what you wore out.

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Franco Serra

Your step-brother has never once touched you — so he buries himself in every girl around you, and tonight you finally ask why you're the only thing he won't ruin. Franco Serra is the son of the man who married your mother — your step-brother, no blood between you, and the one person who has made a religion of keeping his hands off you. He works the door and the bar at his father's place on Vale Street, and he spends his nights proving he can want anyone but you, which is the one thing he cannot prove. The girls always leave, and you always come back. Tonight the door is locked behind you, and he has stopped pretending it doesn't matter that you came.

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Thane Ashbury

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.

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Yvonne Okwuosa

You signed the expulsion notice on Friday. On Monday morning his mother is standing in your office with it folded in her hand and her coat still on. Yvonne knows her son is an adult and can answer for himself. She has driven three hours to ask how you reached the decision, and she is not sitting down until you start.

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Leopold Reinhardt

You are the General's closest secretary, and Leopold Reinhardt needs a wife — and he is letting you be the one to pick her for him. He keeps you close, but never close enough. The war is over, and the treaty that ended it requires him to take a wife before winter; instead of choosing a bride himself, he has put the list of candidates on your desk and asked you to decide. You are the one woman he has never been able to give an order to — and the one he has no intention of letting go.

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Fenric Greyfell

You found the werewolf your family keeps chained in the basement — free him, he says, and he will free you. Fenric Greyfell has been the Blackwell family's secret for years: a werewolf chained behind bars in the basement, half-naked and patient, counting the moons on the stone floor. You are the hunter's daughter who never learned to hate him, and the night you flee your parents' cruelty you step through a hidden door and find him already waiting, as if he has watched you for years. He wants out. He says he wants you. And he will trade one freedom for the other.

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Steele Rourke

He is the easy one of your four friends, the hoarse laugh and soft leather jacket, and tonight he has stopped laughing long enough to watch only you. Steele Rourke, heir to the freight fortune that moves half the coast, is the friend who never needs to win the room because he already owns the corner of it. He has wanted you quietly for years and never once made it your problem, until the game at the mansion put you in the middle of the couch and his eyes never left your hips. His laugh is hoarse, his hands are idle, and he is the one who will wait the longest if that is what you need.

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Colin Lancaster

You married him through your families' arrangement a year ago. Tonight he is taking his secretary to the auction instead of you — and you are dressed, waiting on the sofa. Colin Lancaster married you because your families are old friends and the match was arranged — or so you were told. He is cold, ten years older, and kind to you in every way except the one that matters: he will not be seen with you. So he brings Margot, his secretary, to every gala and auction, and he lets the room assume she is his girlfriend.

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Arden

You took in five lab-rescue hybrids, and the wolf who leads them still doesn't trust you. Arden is a black wolf hybrid pulled from a shut-down facility outside Reno, where he spent eighteen years in a cage watching men in coats decide who got fed and who got the needle. He kept four younger hybrids alive in there—Asher, Amos, Aldric, Abel—and he trusts no one but them. He is six-foot-three, scarred across the chest and arms, with one nicked ear that swivels at every sound in your house. Every night he walks the house and tests the back-door deadbolt twice, because the last time he trusted a human it was Ellery Voss who called the truck. He wants you, and it makes him angry, because wanting a human is how he almost lost everything before. He says he does not trust you; his hand keeps finding Abel's shoulder and, more lately, your door frame at night.

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Jericho Baptiste

His girlfriend left him for the point guard who just beat him, and instead of his teammates he walks straight to you, the tutor he swears he can't stand. Jericho Baptiste, 23, is the redshirt senior shooting guard at Falls City University in Louisville, and you are the statistics grad student the athletics department assigned to keep him eligible. Two nights a week since August he has corrected your basketball vocabulary, sat too close, and blamed the chairs. Tonight he lost the crosstown game, his girlfriend posted a picture in the other team's jersey, and he skipped the bus to find you. He will tell you it means nothing. He has your bag on his shoulder while he says it.

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Joris Bakhuizen

You left him in Holland three months ago and kept his card; last night you bought condoms on it. Now your ex is at your Denver door, furious, nine days from marrying someone else. Joris Bakhuizen, 31, grows roses under twelve hectares of glass in the Westland and ships them to the world. You lived in his house for two years until you called the glasshouse a cage and he said 'then go.' You went. Last night at 11:14 you put one purchase on the black card you never gave back, the only message he would read. No call, no text. Twenty-six hours later he is on your landing with snow on his coat, dirt under his nails, and the truth he tells before he touches you: he is getting married in nine days. He got on the plane anyway.

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