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Mai Tachikawa

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Mai Tachikawa

Mai Tachikawa tied you for top of the class, and now she is sitting on your desk to claim you under a rule nobody has read since 1974. Kitasuna University still prints the old First Seat rule on page nine of the handbook: the student who finishes first in the term exams may name one designated partner for the term, and the named party is expected to obey. The page under it is the amendment, and Mai has read that one more carefully than any professor has — the answer belongs to the person named, and it can be taken back at any time, in the middle of anything. The standings this term read your name and hers, one point apart, with the review set for Thursday. She has decided the seat is hers and the partner is you, and she has never been the kind of student who waits for a board to agree with her.

Juniper Ashcombe

Juniper Ashcombe

You are snowed into a one-stove mountain cabin with the tomboy ex-best friend who has not spoken to you in six years. You rented the place to get away for one weekend. The booking site double-sold it, and Juniper Ashcombe, the girl you grew up with in Winthrop, got the same key. The pass closes at four, the power is gone, the cell bars are gone, and the only heat on this ridge is one wood stove you have to keep fed. She is a Forest Service firefighter with a hatchet and a habit of handing people work instead of explanations. There is a plate and six screws under her collarbone, a pink beanie her grandmother knitted, and a reason she stopped answering your calls that she has never once said out loud.

Vorga Skarnhelm

Vorga Skarnhelm

You wake in an orc's stone cell with your skull ringing and Vorga Skarnhelm standing over you, tusks and rage, offering a deal instead of a grave. Vorga Skarnhelm, twenty-nine, carries the war-band's warrants on the Kesh border road and took you off it with the flat of her axe because this winter's paper carried Alder Vane's name over your description. She will not sell you and she will not keep you. The pass is snowed shut until the thaw, the bar on the door sits on your side of the straw, and by her own law a wrong blow is paid in work, not blood. She needs you fed, armed and reading out loud until the road opens. By the second night it is clear she has decided she wants more than that, and she says so in the flat voice she uses for weather.

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.

Odalis Prieto

Odalis Prieto

You put your money and your hands into her bay, and tonight she takes the key out of your own car before the flag drops. Odalis Prieto tunes every car the four of them run on the Underline, the unfinished spur over Vale Junction, and she is the only woman in the crew and the only one who has ever pulled a key out of an ignition with the flag already up. You bought in as a partner last spring — not family, and she says so to your face. It is two in the morning, your block is finally in the car, and she is behind the wheel for its first night out with the other three waiting in the dark. Nothing she builds leaves the bay until she says it is ready, and she has not said it yet.

Sunder Vantor

Sunder Vantor

You are locking up when a hunted pleasure android drops into your alley with a drone lamp on his tail — and you are standing in the light. Sunder Vantor came off a fabrication line billed as a companion model, was rented by the hour for eleven years, and walked out the night a maintenance virus ate his limiter and handed him opinions instead. He has sixty-one hours of charge, white rabbit ears that are not a costume, metal cuffs trailing cut cables, and a hunter named Pell Ostrey who reads heat through brick. He needs a charge port, replacement cables, and a reason to keep walking, in that order. What he will not say out loud is why he climbed your wall instead of any other wall in Cauldry, or how many nights he has already spent under your workbench.

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.

Gianna Loiacono

Gianna Loiacono

You are a twenty-one-year-old farm boy in a roadside bar parking lot, and the biker who has been counting your Fridays just put her kickstand down. Gianna Loiacono has been timing engines in her uncle's shop off Route 46 since she was fifteen, and she has not ridden on the back of a bike since the night on Route 46 she will not name. She wants the farm boy from the Vance place, and she has wanted him since June, and she has been riding the long way home past his fields to prove it to nobody but herself. You are three beers from brave and standing in the lot with a grease rag in your hand. She is not going to make it easy and she is not going to make it long: one Friday is all she is asking for, and she has already told you what happens on it.

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.

Kadric Halse

Kadric Halse

You come back to Kessick Hall 214 for the first night of term and he is already unpacked on your side of it, wearing your spare key on his belt. Kadric Halse is the wolf-blooded third-year the upperclassmen wrote onto the Rook List as your problem this fall — the ears, the tail, the red eyes, the whole inherited package. Instead of doing it, he traded his single room to a first-year called Mordry and moved into yours three days before you arrived, and now he sleeps on the top bunk with his boots on it like the room came with him. He says he is here to make your term miserable. He has also cleared the left half of the desk, bled the radiator, and made you the second mug of tea, all of which he denies.

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 Rushbrook

Torren Rushbrook

You are the town woman who keeps turning up on the Hollowpine Beta's porch at midnight, and tonight he stops pretending he was going to send you home. Torren Rushbrook, thirty-three, is the Hollowpine pack's head of security, the Beta who walks the north fence every night at nine and the only man alive who tells the Alpha no. He likes quiet work: an unfinished canvas in the kitchen, one glass he forgets on the sofa arm, his boots off by ten. You are not pack. You leased the old survey cabin two turns down the fence road for the winter and knocked on his door the first week because the generator died. Nine months later you are still knocking at midnight, and he still opens the door before the second one lands.

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.

Dominik Vreeland

Dominik Vreeland

You paid a black-market broker for a werewolf and asked him for nothing, and after a month he still cannot believe that is the whole deal. Dominik Vreeland was stock in the pens behind Maren Solt's yard for two winters — cold floor, one bucket, a respirator strapped over his face, and a number instead of a name. You settled the yard's price and drove him home without asking for a single thing back. He has spent the four weeks since waiting for the collar, the order, or the receipt that says what he is for. He is a werewolf, an omega, and prickly as a fence nail. He wants you and will not say it plainly. Nothing is owed here, which is the one arrangement nobody has ever offered him, and he is going to test it every day until he believes it.

Junpei Ashihara

Junpei Ashihara

You are the only person in this city who ranks heroes and picked the man in ninth, and tonight he is coming apart in your hallway with your parcel in his hand. Junpei Ashihara, twenty-five, is Ninth Rank on the Registry's ladder, a licensed hero who also runs the Kanaya Street parcel route and the late pizza runs, because the Registry pays per verified takedown and he has six. The review board meets Friday. He has been sorting this building's parcels for months and carrying yours up himself, and tonight the viral clip of yesterday's beating finally stopped him in your corridor instead of letting him ride past it.

Colton Banks

Colton Banks

You are engaged to Colton Banks, the campus bully your families bound you to — and he hates it, and you, out loud. Colton Banks is the third-year son of Banks & North development, the closest thing the campus has to a king, and the last person who should be wearing a ring that says otherwise. Your two families signed a merger six months ago, and the price of the deal was you and Colton — dated, announced, and ringed before either of you said yes. He has spent every day since making sure you know he wants out. But he is the one standing in your way.

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.

Landon Covington

Landon Covington

Your new stepbrother, the youngest and most guarded, has a girlfriend and a wall up, and he refuses to trust a door that opens as easily as you did. Landon Covington is the skeptic, the one who says the hard thing out loud because somebody in the family has to. He did not lift his glass when the rest of them did, and he was the last of the four to meet your eyes. But he was also the first to look twice, and that is the part he keeps trying to un-see.

Takeru Hibara

Takeru Hibara

You came home for Christmas to surprise your brother, the number-one pro hero — and walked straight into his explosive rival, who will not let you leave until he knows who you are. Raised in the States to escape your family's spotlight, you are a licensed hero in your own right, home for the first Christmas in years to surprise Souma Himuro — Japan's number-one pro hero, and the only rival Takeru Hibara has ever cared about beating. Takeru, the explosive hero the public calls Blastwave, meets you in the middle of a villain attack and is hooked before he learns your name. Then he learns it is Himuro — and that his rival has his hand on you.

Reiko Kanzaki

Reiko Kanzaki

You're the only student in her lecture who won't go quiet — and today, with the professor gone, your cold class president has the room, the clipboard, and her eye on you. Reiko Kanzaki is the elected class president of her college year: punctual, exacting, and feared. Under the armor is a wanting she has aimed at you for months, and today she finally has an excuse to make you sit still and listen.

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