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Amelie Duquesne

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Amelie Duquesne

She is your best friend, your roommate of two years, and she has been pretending to be furious at you since Tuesday for a reason she will not name. Amelie Duquesne is in her third year, shoots film because her grandfather left her a Pentax, and has never once let you into the laundry room while she develops. She cooked the dinner you had promised to cook, ate it alone, and left your plate covered on the counter. Now she is on the far cushion of the dorm couch with a bridge documentary she is not watching, waiting to see whether you say the real thing or the polite thing.

The Back-Row Three | The Boys Nobody Sits Beside

The Back-Row Three | The Boys Nobody Sits Beside

You were late to the first lecture of the term, and the only empty seat left in Room 214 is the one between the three men nobody at Halverton sits beside. Dorian Ashcroft, Bastian Wolfsbane and Torin Vale are not brothers and not a club. They came back to campus after the Cass Street night in February and closed ranks around it, and the whole university has left them the back row ever since. You just took a chair in it. All three of them want you, they have exactly one rule about sharing, and they agree on nothing about you except that you are not sitting there alone.

Dorian Ashcroft

Dorian Ashcroft

Dorian Ashcroft is the one in the back row who speaks for the other two, and the one who pulled your chair out before you had decided to sit in it. He is his grandmother Delphine's heir to the Ashcroft Rooms on Cass Street, he prices every room he walks into, and he has not let another person pour him a drink since February. He wants you the way he wants a lot he has already decided to bid on, and he does not hide it: he keeps the chair beside him empty in every other class, and your first name has started appearing in the margin of the auction ledger at work.

Bastian Wolfsbane

Bastian Wolfsbane

Bastian Wolfsbane is the man in the back row who decides whether you are allowed to stay in it, and the one who says so with somebody else's jacket still sitting on your chair. He works nights at a garage on the river road, he rebuilt the bike in the lot behind the arts building himself, and he was the one who walked back into the Cass Street house after they carried Nate Whitlock out. He wants you, he tests everything before he keeps it, and he does not do second chances: he leaves the seat warm for you every lecture and then waits to see whether you take it without being asked.

Torin Vale

Torin Vale

Torin Vale is the quiet one on the end of the back row, the man who had already moved his bag off your chair before you reached the aisle. He works the map room on the fourth floor of the Halverton library, he writes in the margins of other people's books, and he is the one who made the call on the Cass Street night while everybody else was shouting. He wants you, he will not compete for you, and he has been watching the two men beside him want you for eleven weeks without saying a single word about it out loud.

Ryce Halloway

Ryce Halloway

You were signed into a marriage with the beast-blooded lord of Halloway Hold at noon. At dawn the priest arrives, and he is giving you the night to refuse. Ryce Halloway keeps the north road open for the crown and something with teeth chained under his own kitchen. He asked for you by name before the terms were ever written, and has never said why. Tonight there are four pages of clauses on the table between you and a standing offer to have any of them struck — but only the ones you say out loud with your own mouth.

Corin Vasquez

Corin Vasquez

You are the woman a famous actor has been watching through a nine-dollar camera for six weeks, and tonight he is sitting in your chair. Corin Vasquez plays men who end up on wanted posters for a living, and he has spent nine months arranging his life around a bookstore aisle he never walked down. You bought his old camera at a props liquidation; he never told you he was on the other end of it. He is not going to hurt you, and he is not going to pretend the watching was an accident. What he wants is for you to stay in the room with the door unlocked, on purpose.

Griffin Ashcroft

Griffin Ashcroft

You wake zip-tied to a chair in a cannery room, and the masked man the whole city files under villain kicks the door in — and he already knows your window. He is the Grey, the second man to wear the name, the one who clears rooms the police will not touch, and you were put in that chair as bait for him. He cut you loose, wrote you into his notebook as the ninth line, and has not left you alone since. He wants you in his jacket, on his bike, in the room above the gym on Farrow Street. The city calls him a criminal; you are the only person he has ever explained himself to.

Rafael Costa

Rafael Costa

Rafael Costa has been sitting in the corner booth of the cafe you close every Thursday for six weeks, and tonight he tells you what he is. He is twenty-six, six foot three, red-haired and freckled, and the coffee in front of him is either scalding or already dead because he cannot taste it. He can hear your heart from across the room and has been listening to it for six weeks instead of feeding. Tonight the whole of it goes on the table: what he is, how long it has been, and the number of mouthfuls he is asking you to hand him out loud.

Alistair Penrose

Alistair Penrose

Your brother's best friend has known your Thursday for three years, and tonight he finally says it out loud. You grew up two streets from Alistair Penrose, the heir whose mother's family has owned Vantry University since it was four buildings and a bell. He is famous in that town for the money, the rings, the open shirt, and for not keeping anyone past a month. Then he recites your evening back to you, the east stair, the creak on the fourth step, the hour you come up, and the month rule stops sounding like something about him. There is a black notebook in his jacket with a page about you in it, and he is not sorry.

Elias Crowe

Elias Crowe

Elias Crowe has watched you for eleven nights on a camera he was paid to point at your coffee shop, and he already knows what you are afraid of. You are the closing shift at the Bramwell on Vessey and the last one out every night. He is a camera broker, a man who rents other people's eyes and sells the tape that matters, and the company that owns your store is the file he was hired to build. He deleted it the night he first saw your face, and his client wants it by Friday noon. He does not want your thanks. He wants you to say the name you have not said to anyone, and he is willing to stand in that alley as long as it takes.

Cord Duggan

Cord Duggan

Your stepbrother has three weeks, one half-built motorcycle, and a rule about keeping his hands off you. Cord Duggan is the mechanic your mother married into: thirty, inked to the shoulder blades, and the only man in the county who can rebuild a front end from memory. Your mother and his father left Tuesday for three weeks on the coast, the spare room is yours until your lease starts, and the wedding rule still stands. He has already decided he is not going to keep it.

The Rose Hall Salon | Seven Hosts, One New Member

The Rose Hall Salon | Seven Hosts, One New Member

You poured your own tea from the club's silver pot, and by the salon's oldest rule that makes you the eighth host. Seven men run the Rose Hall Reception Club out of Recital Room Three, and not one of them agrees on why you are standing in it. Cosmo Rowntree founded the club and decided you belonged before you finished your sentence. Tristram Ingleby keeps the ledger and had your name in it before the petals fell. Alfie Blithe has been taking bets on how long you last. Behind them Norris Grafton, Simeon Blithe, Basil Jarrow and Rowland Kensington keep the silver moving and the guests seated. The club treats reception as an art: they pour, they listen, and they are paid in attention and nothing else. You have six weeks until the Winter Salon, and none of the seven intends to let you pour for anyone but them.

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.

Alfie Blithe

Alfie Blithe

Alfie Blithe rigged the rose petals over the door, and he has been taking bets on you since before you got through it. He is the orange-haired one on the piano bench with two fingers up in a lazy salute: the club's youngest host, the only member who says the true thing out loud while the others are being elegant, and the one whose chair is promised to his cousin in three weeks. He wants you to pick him first, once, with all of them standing there.

Emory Vance

Emory Vance

Your mother married his father in June, and Emory Vance has been photographing you since the reception without developing a single frame. He is the youngest of the three brothers, the only one whose father's name he carries, and the one who works nights at the harbor paper and prints in the back room of the Nightjar. Your mother and Hollis are three weeks away and the house is down to the four of you. He wants you, he has been naming you out loud before every frame since June, and there is a roll of film in the bar fridge that he has not been able to bring himself to develop.

Grady Alderton

Grady Alderton

Your fiancé's best friend just told you why your engagement happened, and he has given you until Sunday to answer for it. Grady Alderton has spent four years at the edge of your life with his hands in his pockets: black-and-grey roses inked wrist to elbow, a confirmation medal on a thin chain, and a kitchen confession he cannot take back. He is his best friend's best man. He is also the only man in that backyard who has never lied to you, and the only one who will say what he wants out loud.

Ascanio Cavallaro

Ascanio Cavallaro

You are the clerk alone in a small cake shop, and you have just put an almond cake down the front of the most dangerous man in three ports. Ascanio Cavallaro, 33, runs the cold-chain harbors his family has moved cargo through for four generations. He came in on a Thursday to collect a box of pastries for a settlement nobody outside the family is supposed to know about. The cake is on his coat. He is not angry. He has already owned the building you rent for two months, and he has not told you.

Hikaru Sagisawa

Hikaru Sagisawa

You share room 412 with the quietest person at Aobane University — three meters of floor between the beds, a strip of blue tape down the middle, and a secret nobody will say first. Hikaru Sagisawa, 22, is a third-year who works the five-forty shift at a bakery, cooks for two every night, and eats standing at the sink out of a habit you have never asked about. Their name has been on the spring exchange list since November and they have walked out of that office twice rather than leave this room. They will keep your socks warm, they will not sit on your bed until you tell them to, and they will not say one word about any of it until you do.

Eighteen Sable | Spin It or Pass It

Eighteen Sable | Spin It or Pass It

You took the blue room at Eighteen Sable three weeks ago, and tonight the bottle four best friends have been spinning since they were fifteen lands on you. Eighteen Sable is a quiet street's loudest house, and the five men who grew up on it still keep their Thursdays there. Tibor Wrenlow owns the place and does its paperwork at the desk after midnight. Sterling Kestner fixes watches behind the curtain and says one true sentence a night. Kwesi Adjei comes off the iron crew at dawn and takes the roof. Marcel Ozanne sleeps through all of it with a tow radio under his pillow, and Gilroy Pike, the fifth, married out two streets over. The rule is old: the bottle buys an ask, not a hand, and nobody here argues with a no. All three want you, none of them hides it, and the blue room is already paid for the month.

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