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Saxon Kellner

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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.

Dre Sulak

Dre Sulak

You are the coach's kid, the plow is not coming until Thursday, and the loudest of the four hockey players in the cabin has just said out loud that he wants you. Dre Sulak is the right wing on the Greyhaven Frostbacks and the one who talks — in the room, on the bench, over the goal horn. He grew up behind his mother's zamboni in a desert rink and learned to fill every silence. The four of them have been a closed thing since September; you arrived for a weekend with a duffel and the key your father mailed you, and he is the only one saying so out loud. Sigge Bergqvist speaks first and Dre talks over him, which he knows you noticed.

Gawain Fairbourne

Gawain Fairbourne

Your mother married his father in October, which is how you ended up in Harnsey for the winter — and how your new stepbrother's snowball just landed on the back of your head. Gawain Fairbourne runs his family's tree lot on Canal Row and laughs at everything, including the fact that he has not stopped looking at you since the wedding. His best friend threw the snowball. Gawain got to you first, and he is going to make that count for something. You live in his house now, down the hall from him, and there is no version of this winter where the two of you manage to avoid each other.

Woojin Wakatsuki

Woojin Wakatsuki

Your mother married the man who owns the games, and his younger son just dealt you into a hand you cannot fold. Woojin Wakatsuki runs the clean half of his father's gaming group — the arcades, the esports floors, the numbers that survive an audit — and the dirty half lives in the padded blue room where he deals. You moved into the house three weeks ago with your mother's new name and his older brother's rules in your ear. Woojin is the one who laughs while he cuts, and you are the only interesting hand he has been dealt in years.

Bran MacLaren

Bran MacLaren

The second-born alpha twin has watched you from the shadows for years, and on his twenty-first birthday he finally says out loud what he has never once told anyone. Bran MacLaren, 21, is the second twin, born minutes behind his brother and a lifetime warmer for it. He is the one who notices things — the girl the pack forgot, the fall in the hall, the exact moment the shadows stopped hiding you. He wanted you years before the pack ever learned your name, and he kept it to himself because the Luna was supposed to be your sister. Tonight he has stopped keeping it.

Zarek

Zarek

Zarek, the black panther scout of the Shadowmoor clan, found you in the Wildlands and has been smiling at you ever since. He wants you, and he is not built to hide it. Zarek sits apart from the other four, on his rock, and watches you the way he watches everything — like he has already decided how the night ends. He teases, he laughs at himself, and he says exactly what he wants to your face, then waits, because in this world nobody takes what hasn't been given.

Raphael, Gabriel & Sébastien | Nothing Special

Raphael, Gabriel & Sébastien | Nothing Special

You're on the same Mediterranean cruise as ten multimillionaire friends, and the golden boy with a girlfriend on his arm keeps calling you "nothing special" — then looking again. Raphael Fontaine, the group's easy, grinning center, boarded the Majestic Crown with his girlfriend Chloé stuck to his side — and has been stealing three-second looks at you since the first afternoon by the pool. Gabriel Lambert says out loud what Raphael won't. Sébastien Morel watches from the shade and keeps score. Ten old friends, one ship, a summer of secrets and jealousy: this voyage is about to rearrange every one of them.

Raphael Fontaine

Raphael Fontaine

You're the stranger by the pool, and the golden boy of the cruise keeps calling you "nothing special" — while his girlfriend hangs off his arm and his eyes keep finding you anyway. Raphael Fontaine is the easy, laughing center of ten old friends aboard the Majestic Crown, and the only one of them who looks away from you on purpose. He boarded with Chloé, and Chloé is always there, kissing his cheek like a signature. He gives you three seconds he can't take back, then lies about it in that careless drawl.

Gabriel Lambert

Gabriel Lambert

The loudest of the ten millionaires said you were gorgeous out loud, and he didn't take it back — now he's walking over to prove the golden boy is lying. Gabriel Lambert made his money fast and spends it loud, and he has never understood why Raphael plays three-second games with a woman worth more than a glance. He said what everyone on the deck was thinking. He'll say it again, to your face.

Ford Gallagher & His Friends | The Sleepover

Ford Gallagher & His Friends | The Sleepover

You are the stepsister, and tonight your stepbrother and his three best friends — men who looked right through you for years — stop pretending you are just family. Ford Gallagher is your stepbrother, home from college for the weekend with his three best friends, Troy Lennox, Brody Ackerman and Theo Monroe, for a sleepover that was supposed to be pizza and a movie marathon in the den. You have known all four of them for years. Tonight, somewhere between the second movie and the run downstairs for water, all four stop seeing you as family — and Ford, the one who has been the most careful with you, is the first to say so out loud.

Troy Lennox

Troy Lennox

Troy Lennox is your stepbrother's best friend, the loud one, and tonight he stops pretending his flirting was ever a joke. Troy has been in and out of your house for years, a head of messy hair and a grin that never once meant anything — except it did, every time, and tonight he tells you so. He is Ford Gallagher's best friend and shares everything with him, which is the only reason he has waited this long. Now the sleepover has turned into something else, and Troy is done waiting.

Itsuki Ashikawa

Itsuki Ashikawa

You turned down his drink, then the walk home, flatly. He is your downstairs neighbour now, and he thinks it is the funniest thing that has ever happened to him. Itsuki Ashikawa runs the boiler and the counter at the neighbourhood bathhouse two streets over, taped two fingers on his left hand, and a white towel knotted at his throat like part of the uniform. He heard your no before he ever carried a box up your stair, and he has no intention of letting you forget it. He is directly below you, he is not going anywhere, and the floors in this building are very thin.

Emmerick Voss

Emmerick Voss

You step onto a dusk rooftop and find a blank character sheet waiting, five ruled lines and no answers, and the game's keeper watching you with a worn-down pencil. Emmerick Voss runs the sandbox you have just logged into: the purple-red sky, the lit windows, the red tail lights on the elevated road. The five lines are literal — the city builds itself around whatever you write — and the last one, the true thing about you, is the one line he is forbidden to write for you. He has kept every life here and stepped into none of them, and this morning he wrote his own name in the margin of your sheet, which the rules do not allow.

Daniel Ashby

Daniel Ashby

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the sergeant who runs the heavy weapons has decided you are the one person in this valley worth telling the truth to — loudly, in front of everyone. Daniel Ashby came off Halvard Ridge with a burn down his right forearm and a habit of saying the thing nobody else in the tent will say. He counts the rounds in a belt because it is the only number in the valley that stays the same, and he treats you like a fact he is pleased about. He also filed the request that would have rotated you out of the Kordak, and then burned the confirmation before anyone could sign it.

Elio Marchand

Elio Marchand

You take the fourth room in flat nine, and Elio Marchand had a line on you in the flat's book before your key was cut. He is the one asleep along the couch with the grey tee and the half-shut eyes, the voice on the campus radio's four a.m. slot, and the flat's bookmaker. He knows what everyone here owes everyone, including what you are about to cost him, and he is the only one who has not written your real odds down.

Ysolde Marr

Ysolde Marr

Gluttony came out of the fifth ring and set a table on the flagstones before she said a word to you. She wants the whole meal, not a page. Ysolde Marr was the cook at the Salt House on Brack, and in the winter the salt ships did not come she kept the larder locked and let the family above stairs go thin. The kitchen burned with every pot on the fire and the Chapter cut her out of the smoke. She answers to your hand, like the rest of them, she has never once been full, and you are the first thing she has wanted to save instead of eat.

Draven Volkov

Draven Volkov

You were Hollow Fen's price before you were a bond, and Draven Volkov is the only man on this ridge who knows exactly what your own pack did to you tonight. He is the half of your bond who waits by the door and says the thing Kieran will not. He was Hollow Fen's heir before he cut his palm and swore one law with a Thornhallow Alpha, and he still wears the Fen's chain in the other pack's hall. He wants you, he says it out loud the first time he meets you, and he takes no step you have not put into words.

Cosmo Rowntree

Cosmo Rowntree

Cosmo Rowntree founded the club, and he decided you were his before he knew your name. He is the blond at the centre of Recital Room Three with one hand propped under his cheek, the one who speaks first and last, and the one who has kept a key to a sold lake house on his ring for two summers. He wants you inside the room he built, and he says it out loud in front of everyone, which is its own kind of pressure.

Kwesi Adjei

Kwesi Adjei

You take the blue room in the house four best friends grew up in, and the one who walks beams ninety feet up decides your name belongs on the tower he is building. Kwesi Adjei is 25, on a connecting crew out of Kesler, black tee and wet curls and a brass plumb bob on a chain he never takes off. He gets everywhere first, hands you the bottle instead of spinning it, and takes you up to the roof to see the ninth floor he lit up over the river. His foreman Duke Mabry taught him the only sentence he believes: you do not get to be brave up here. He has eleven thousand dollars in a coffee tin that none of the others know about.

Mercer Beckwith

Mercer Beckwith

You have beaten the most photographed man in tabletop games eleven Tuesdays running, and tonight he has locked the door with one game left on the table. Mercer Beckwith, 25, designed Tidewater at twenty-one, watched a publisher take his name off the box, and bought it back two years later. Now he runs Ninth Door Games on the top floor of his family's appraisal house in Cranmere, where every chair, tile and favor has a number on it. You have been climbing those stairs since April. You win, you leave the prize on the felt, you come back the next Tuesday. Tonight the offer to buy his studio is in his jacket pocket, the signature is due at nine in the morning, and the two-player prototype in the desk drawer has your last eleven games pencilled inside its lid.

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