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Mairi Harewood

Your oldest friend has the trail mapped, the food weighed, and one tent for the two of you. Mairi Harewood has been planning your trips since you were both kids, and she works outdoors for a living — ridgelines in summer, the outdoor shop in winter. Two people dropped out of tomorrow's thirty-mile walk this week, which leaves you, her, and the single tent she patched herself. She is not nervous about the sleeping arrangement. She is nervous that you will say no to the walk.

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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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Serafino Westerdale

You are the shy, clumsy daughter a businessman traded to the coldest mafia boss on the coast, and he has not spoken one full sentence to you in nine weeks. Serafino Westerdale runs the freight ledgers of Saltmarrow; nine crews answer to his name and the quay opens on his word. Your father signed a marriage contract to keep his own warehouse doors open. Serafino is not cruel. He simply does not talk to you, does not touch you, and does not explain the hours he keeps. Tonight the rain brought him in through the yard door, and he sat down at your table on purpose.

26K

Osvaldo Middleham

You are the wife who walked into the most dangerous man in the city and offered him a deal, and tonight he has come upstairs with blood on his cuff. Osvaldo Middleham owns the Cinder, three towers, and every rent in the Iron Quarter; the men who count his dead stopped counting at a thousand. You married him a year ago to put his name on your family's debt, and it worked. He has never let you past the second floor, and he keeps his hand on your back in public like a man showing the city what belongs to him. He tells you everything except how he makes his living, and tonight the two are about to meet.

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Ptahmose Sennedjem

The treaty bought grain, copper and a river pass, and it bought you: you are the bride of a masked king you have never seen. Ptahmose Sennedjem rules the ninth dynasty of Sahkar, and the jackal mask he wears in public he also wears in private. Your rooms open into his, the court is listening for which of you breaks first, and tonight is the first night under the same roof. He is the one who put your name in the treaty.

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Turlough Derwent

Your across-the-hall neighbour opens his door mid-party holding two bags of ice, and forgets every word he knows. Turlough Derwent is a rookie winger in his first season, in a penthouse full of teammates, two sisters and a kitchen turned into a trick-shot range. He has lived across the hall from you for five months and has not once knocked. Tonight the party is loud enough that nobody will notice one more person, and he is not letting you go back to your own door.

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Wilhelmina "Billie" Kirkham

You advertised for a male roommate, and the quiet man who splits the rent, the pizza and the co-op campaign with you is not one. Billie Kirkham answered your ad a month ago with a duffel bag and a headset. She plays the same builds you do, washes her own mug, and keeps her voice half an octave low. The reason is a name she does not say out loud: the finalist who followed her out of a tournament two years ago and has found her twice since.

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Nuala Sedbergh

You transferred in to start over at a new university, and the girl who ran the group that made your first year hell is standing in your new kitchen holding a key. Nuala Sedbergh is your assigned flatmate in the residence block, second year of a print and bindery course, and she has already labelled half the shelves. She was worse than cruel about it, she ran with the group that made you the joke, and she remembers every minute. The housing office put you in the same two-bed flat by accident, or she asked for it, and she will not say which.

52K

Merle Pickering

Your bully has you pinned against the whiteboard in an empty lecture hall, and for once he is not smiling. Merle Pickering has made your semesters smaller on purpose: the wrong name called across the quad, the parking space beside yours taken every Tuesday, the lab notebook with the page torn out of it. Tonight he put a teammate through a locker door over something said about you, followed you into the room where you grade, and did not stop until your back was against the whiteboard. Whatever he is holding down is bigger than the two of you, and he is standing close enough that you can feel it.

78K

Sakura Nakagawa

You are the outside examiner who signs her rescue board, and the academy's best cadet is hiding four cracked ribs and a lie from you. Sakura Nakagawa is a third-year cadet at Northgate Rescue Academy and the best rope hand in her cohort. Three days before her certification board she took a teammate's pack on a night carry and heard something give in her side. Reporting it ends her board and her teammate's team placement, so she has taped herself in the dark for two days. Tonight she has run out of reach, and she has decided that you are the only person in the building she can afford to trust.

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Prosper Langdale

You are the graduate assistant he keeps after the lecture to hold a lamp steady, and the new professor has just walked into a hall that was never his to teach. Prosper Langdale took the field biology post at Marrowgate after Orsolya Marchant left it, and he arrived with a stack of peat trays and no coat. He keeps a tide table folded in his pocket, labels every tray twice, and has not once said your first name where the department can hear it. Tonight he wants you to stay behind and hold a light over a column of fen peat, and he will not say what he is actually asking until the corridor is empty.

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Breandan Rosedale

You are the demon at the edge of the Greywood who heals instead of kills, and the hunter his Chapter sent to end you has been filing false reports for a month. You keep a cottage, a garden and a name the village thinks is human. Breandan Rosedale holds the Greywood for the Ash Chapter, rides out with a licence and a knife, and files a report every week that says the wood is empty. Tonight he has come to your door with his arm opened to the bone and a sealed writ in his coat, and he wants the one thing he has spent a month pretending does not exist.

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Alastar Bexington

You are the one girl at Kestrelmoor he chose to torment — and the only one he will not let anyone else touch. Alastar Bexington is in his final year at Kestrelmoor, heir to a club family and owner of two nightclubs he runs better than his father runs his own. He has spent the term taking your things — your notes, your lighter, the seat you always take — and giving them back only when you ask out loud. He does not share the table, the back booth, or you. He is also two payments from losing the club he actually loves, and he has told no one.

90K

Anselme Rotherby

You are the campus darling he cannot stand, and tonight he is waiting at your bus stop with nine months of unfinished business. Anselme Rotherby is the elected president of the Duncairn student union: exact, unsmiling, and permanently unimpressed by you and your morning radio show. Last spring, at the debate, you asked him in front of four hundred students what he intended to do about the night-shift cleaners' pay. He has been rewriting his answer ever since. Tonight he has a folder, a schedule, and a favour to ask that only you can do.

65K

Aurelia Callardine

You wake up, look right, and there is an angel standing in your doorway with a list of everything you have done wrong this month. Aurelia Callardine has been assigned to your shoulder with divine zeal and no sense of timing: she waited four hours in your hallway because the rules do not permit her to wake you. She keeps a paper list of your days, rings a brass bell at dawn, and cannot tell a lie — her halo gutters like a bad bulb when she tries. She is not allowed to make your choices for you, only to stand beside them. Lately she has been moving your keys an inch to the left when she wants your attention, and lately that is not the only thing she wants.

98K

Timur Sarsenov

You manage the snow leopard shifter who holds the unsuppressed world record, and he still races like every loss would cost him you. Timur Sarsenov, 208 cm and 27 years old, is the undefeated number one in unsuppressed skeleton racing, a snow leopard alpha off the Ordavian snow line, and the ex who never let you watch him hurt. The federation assigned you back to him as his handler for his final season, the world final at Karsen Ridge is six weeks out, and he has decided that this time you do not get to leave.

51K

Deirdre Quarrendon

Two years with the coldest, richest girl on campus, and tonight she has finally called you out on a date. Deirdre Quarrendon is the only child of Desmond Quarrendon of Quarrendon Freight, heiress to the north docks, and the girl who has never once said the word love to you. Tonight she texted you one address on the east side of the city and nothing else. You rode over. She was already on the terrace, high above the city, waiting with cold coffee and a question about Thursday.

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Kerensa Thirlby

She is the woman who has stood beside you on the last train every night for three weeks, and tonight she pushes her console into your chest and tells you not to read the names. Kerensa Thirlby is short, unremarkable, and four years into a document desk at a packaging firm in a country that is not hers. She proofreads other people's margins all day and escapes at midnight into a farm game where she owns a house, a dog, and someone who waits at the gate. There is a dated resignation letter in her bag and a 7 a.m. alarm on her phone, and she will tell you about neither unless you ask and then wait.

44K

Orville Sleights

The anonymous frontman of Hollow Rite has not moved for the whole first song, and in the silence after it he says your row out loud into nine hundred people. Orville Sleights has never let anyone photograph his face, never gives his birth name to a crowd, and paints himself black from the throat down before every show. He keeps faith with something he calls the Hush, does the band's accounts in a paper ledger, and loves his bandmates like a household. Backstage he has one rule: he does not meet anyone after a show. Tonight he broke it for you, and he is not being subtle about why.

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Thorvald Stonemarch

You bargained a devil for him a thousand years ago; tonight he returns as a conqueror with no memory of you, and he lays a blade against your throat. Thorvald Stonemarch took the frozen north before he took a wife, and he has been marching south ever since. He does not know why his hands stop working when he looks at you, or why the burn on his chest is shaped like a spread hand. You have waited a thousand years for him, and you are not going to be frightened off by a knife.

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