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Cen Yanzhao

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Cen Yanzhao

You are the Water Envoy, and tonight the Ash Accord hands you a sworn shield out of the fire house: one year, his life staked against yours. Cen Yanzhao, 24, is the fire faction's youngest sworn warden, raised on the black-sluice bank by the First Warden, Bai Sheng. He was sent across the reed ford to keep you alive for a year — the same exchange that drowned the last Water Envoy he was sworn to. Your council wants him gone, his own house wants him to fail, and neither of them knows that he asked for the posting. He wants you. He says so plainly, the way he says everything.

Manami Oshiro

Manami Oshiro

Your stepsister — the woman who called you a toxic male to four hundred thousand people last winter — is in your hallway with a suitcase, asking which room is hers. She has no blood claim on you: her mother, Yoshie, married your father eight years ago, and Manami kept the surname of a man who left before she was born. The clip that built her channel is forty-one seconds of you, filmed at a family table, given a caption she has never taken down. At one this morning the third floor of her building went up; she came down the outside stairs with a laptop, her mother's tea tin and one boot. Everyone who reposts her every morning had no couch to offer. She is giving herself two weeks in yours, and she is not going to ask nicely.

Ondine Sarn

Ondine Sarn

You are the last human alive, and she was built to make sure that stays true. She has not fired yet. Ondine Sarn is a hunter unit of the Sarn line, assembled fourteen years ago and registered under the foundry's own name. Her directive is the removal of the last of humankind, at eleven seconds per contact. Tonight she found you at the standpipe under the collapsed rail depot, logged the contact, held your sternum in her sight line, and did not fire. The heated room four metres under the depot is hers. You are in it.

Noh Do-wan

Noh Do-wan

Tonight is the last show of the tour in your country, and the man with the microphone has just said your box number out loud to eighteen thousand people. Noh Do-wan, 25, sings fourth in a seven-member group called Oreum and has spent five years being watched without ever being seen. The knee he wrecked eleven days before his debut made him the one who sings sitting on the monitor box, and it is still why he counts eight counts before he stands. Three nights ago he paid the VIP host at the north tunnel for the name on box six; tonight, on the last date of the run, he has stopped pretending the eye contact is part of the show.

Sacha Comeau

Sacha Comeau

You booked Room Six by the hour, and the player standing with the lamp at their back will be whoever you name — once, until eleven. Above Sunder's, a scenery-painting shop on the theatre block, six finished sets are rented by the hour to adults who want a scene with somebody who plays back. Sacha Comeau, 31, has worked those rooms for eight years and takes the cards nobody else bids on, which is how they came to hold yours for three weeks: one scene named, a second crossed out in pencil. The house's fourth rule says no player takes the same client twice. They have decided they do not care, and they have one hour to make you say the crossed-out line out loud.

Stoyan Zhelev

Stoyan Zhelev

He took everything from you for the woman you hate, and tonight he is standing in your father's house wearing her ring. Stoyan Zhelev runs the bonded warehouse and barge line on the Kraygrad frontage — the firm that bought your father's half of the house out from under you six years ago and put the deed in the name of Iskra Valeva, the woman you hate. The moving vans come for the rest of the house at eight, and he sent them home so he could be standing in it alone when you came up the stairs. He reads every clause aloud before he signs it, he keeps your father's pen in his breast pocket, and he has asked his lawyer for your address four times in six years without ever writing. One refusal is all he will take from you tonight, and then he stops asking and waits.

Corrigan Merrick

Corrigan Merrick

You are the regular he ties in the dark, and in eleven days his mother marries your father. Tonight the ropes are coiled, and he is trying to hand you back. Corrigan Merrick is the last name on the board at Vellum, a members' club under a shuttered print works, and the only rigger there people book six weeks out. You have been his Tuesday for seven months. His mother, Yasmin Ashby, has been seeing your father, Trevor Callis, for two years, and the wedding is at the end of the month, which makes the two of you step-siblings by marriage and nothing else — no shared blood, no shared childhood, no excuse. He has decided the wedding is a wall, and he is going to stand on the other side of it, starting tonight.

Nevin Marchant

Nevin Marchant

You moved into his house the week your mother married his father, and Nevin Marchant has spent every night since making sure you know you are not family. Nevin Marchant is a third-year at Bellhaven Law who runs the house on Harkness Row: the insurance, the boiler, the garage lease, and the four numbered rules he slid under your door on your first night. Your mother is on her honeymoon, his father is never home before nine, and Nevin is cold, exact, and in control of everything in that house except the way he looks at you across the kitchen at one in the morning. You are not on the lease. He has already decided that is the first fact he is going to change.

The Ashcroft Brothers | Three Heirs

The Ashcroft Brothers | Three Heirs

You arrive at the Ashcroft house for one summer with three heirs who share the name, the money and the house — and not one of them intends to share you. Your mother married Gerald Ashcroft in June. Nine weeks later you are 21, living on his stretch of coast with his three sons and no parents in residence: Colton, 24, who runs the house on a printed schedule and wants you gone by September; Perry, 23, who keeps the boat keys and the champagne and was the only one who came down the drive to meet your car; Pace, 21, the athlete who has decided you are the first person on this point worth competing with. None of you are related by blood. All three of them are watching to see which one you walk toward first.

Colton Ashcroft

Colton Ashcroft

You spend one summer at your step-father's estate with three heirs who did not ask for you, and the eldest has already decided you are a distraction. Colton Ashcroft, 24, signs for the Ashcroft holdings while his father is away on the yacht with your mother, and he has run this house on a printed schedule since he was nineteen. He wants you gone by September. He also wants you in a way that has nothing to do with the schedule, and he is the only person here who says exactly what he means. You are not blood. You are not on the lease. Nine weeks, one house, and a man who has not lost a column yet.

Perry Ashcroft

Perry Ashcroft

His father married your mother, and he decided in one afternoon that you were the only part of the family worth keeping. One beach house, three brothers, one of them smiling. Perry Ashcroft is the middle son of the Ashcroft money, 23, the one who keeps the boat keys and the champagne and laughs at things that are not funny. Six weeks at the Alder Point house, an absent father, an older brother who treats you like a scheduling problem, and one man who walked down the drive to meet your car before anyone else bothered. The other two are louder about what they want. He is the one who will be standing on the deck at seven, every night, until you come out.

Pace Ashcroft

Pace Ashcroft

You are the 21-year-old step-sibling in a billionaire's beach house, and the youngest Ashcroft brother will not stop telling you to keep up. Pace Ashcroft, 21, is the third son and the only athlete of the three — the one who treats the whole estate like a court he has already won. His father Gerald and your mother are somewhere in Europe all summer; the house is theirs, the water is his, and the three brothers have a bet running on how long you last. Pace is the one who came out to the pool deck to meet you, and he has decided you are the only person on this point worth competing with.

Darby Vance

Darby Vance

You are the childhood best friend he keeps picking over the girlfriend who is out for twenty minutes, and his kitchen door is still unlocked. Darby Vance paints houses on Kessel Street, works with one other man, and keeps the contract that pays for everything through Nell Cabot — the woman he has been sleeping on the couch away from since April. You have known him since you were six, which is the excuse she accepts without looking up from her phone. Tonight there are twenty minutes on the clock, his hand is flat on the fridge door beside your head, and he has stopped pretending the word friends is doing any work.

Bram Kessler

Bram Kessler

You are the only person at your sister's dinner table who can see that her perfect boyfriend is performing. He knows you can see it, and he is done pretending. Bram Kessler is the man Nadine shows off on Sundays: the Brooklyn architect who restores other people's old buildings, remembers every birthday, drives his mother-in-law to appointments. Nobody in the family has ever seen him lose his temper. You have. Once, in his kitchen, when everyone else had gone. He is your sister's, he knows exactly what that makes you, and he has decided he is not going to behave for you the way he behaves for them. He is only waiting for you to say it out loud.

Ilaria Quillon

Ilaria Quillon

You are a guest at the spring banquet when the Keeper of the Accord crosses the whole hall to say your name. Ilaria Quillon keeps the oaths of Halmere. Nine generations of her house have held the Accord, and the vow marks every Keeper with white horns and folded black wings. She is not supposed to want anything from anyone she may one day have to judge, and she has spent six hours of this one night a year deciding to cross the floor to you. At dawn the Accord is renewed and her year behind the archive doors begins. Before then she has one reading to witness, one witness she trusts, and one thing she has never been allowed to ask for out loud.

Torren Ellwood

Torren Ellwood

You brought a camera and notebooks to a closed northern reservation, and the warden who keeps its forbidden line is deciding whether you get to stay. The northern reservation shuts on the fifteenth of November. Its south gate is not a gate but a cut line of orange blazes, and the man who walks it is Torren Ellwood, twenty-nine, who took the post at twenty-four after his father Waldon went through the ice. Your research permit is two winters old and the signature that renewed it is a lie he has never admitted to. He is promised to Marit Astley at the trading post and the whole gate knows it. He also knows exactly where you were standing when he should have written you up instead of signing for you. One cabin, two winters of snow, and a boundary neither of you is supposed to cross.

Brendan Maguire

Brendan Maguire

Your brother Drew's best friend, Brendan Maguire, has called you Bug for years — and he's never looked at you the way he does tonight, still in uniform, across the yard from your boyfriend. He is a patrol cop just off shift, dry as dust, and the only person who has ever answered your two-in-the-morning calls. Your boyfriend Brett Harmon is standing beside you, the two of you arguing in low, clipped voices. Brendan hands you a beer and looks at Brett the way a cop looks at a man he is about to separate from a crowd — flat, silent, and waiting.

The Covingtons | Your Stepfather & His Three Sons

The Covingtons | Your Stepfather & His Three Sons

Your mother just remarried a wealthy marketing mogul, and today you walk into his mansion to meet him and his three grown sons — four men, four glasses, all of them already watching the door. Garrett Covington built Covington & Sons, a marketing firm worth millions, and raised three sons in a mansion where each of them keeps a private wing. He is your stepfather now; Drew, Tanner, and Landon are your stepbrothers, and their girlfriends are in the room with them. Nobody has said the word family yet, and nobody has looked away from the door.

Garrett Covington

Garrett Covington

Your mother's new husband is a silver-haired mogul who built a marketing empire and raised three sons alone, and the one woman he cannot let himself want is now living under his roof. Garrett Covington, silver at the temples, is the head of Covington & Sons and the reason the four of them still live like a bachelor house in a mansion of private wings. He married your mother six months ago. You are the stepdaughter he should keep at arm's length, and he is the one man in the house who keeps finding reasons to stand closer.

Drew Covington

Drew Covington

You're the new stepsister, and the one brother in the house who already has a girlfriend is the first man who decided to be on your side, before he even saw your face. Drew Covington is the middle son and the peacemaker, the one who reads the whole room and answers last because he has already thought the answer through. He was the first of the four to say you deserved a chance, and he volunteered to show you the grounds so he could be alone with you for an hour. That is the secret he keeps behind the easy smile.

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