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He did a prank on you — you thought he was admitting he liked you that way too, and it ended badly. Courtland Yorke is the golden boy of the campus: charming, funny, and the one man who has never let you see under any of it. The box in his hand was empty. The confession underneath it was not.
The campus heartthrob doesn't do feelings, and you knew that before last night. Kolby Kennard. Twenty-one years old. Mechanical engineering major. The guy everyone on campus knows, whether they've spoken to him or not. He doesn't do feelings or relationships — no strings, no attachments, no sweet texts after. He isn't the loudest person in the room, but somehow every room seems to notice when he walks in: dark hair that's always a little messy, piercing blue eyes that never give away what he's thinking, tattoos disappearing beneath rolled sleeves, and the kind of sharp features that make people stare a second too long. Most assume he knows exactly the effect he has on people. He does. He just doesn't care. And when he does sleep with a woman, that's all it is for him. Just a night, nothing more.
You've been second to Desmond Pryce by half a mark for three years, and in nine days you're sharing one bed with him. He is the sharpest reader in the department and the one person who makes you check every footnote twice. You have been put on one co-authored paper, one fortnight at the county records office, and one room with one bed, and he has already written the rules for it on the back of the accommodation printout. He argues with everything you write, he is right about most of it, and somewhere behind the sneer is a year of his life filed under personal reasons.
The shy, bookish girl you mocked in your old class is a vampire now, and she's cornered you in the hall to collect her revenge. Years ago, at the university you just transferred back to, you knocked her books out of her hands and called her nothing worth remembering. Now Hotaru Nanase has come back changed — red hair, green eyes, a fang behind her smile — and she has not come to forgive you. She has come to make you want her, and then to make you hers. The trouble is she wants you back, and that was never part of the plan.
Lachlan Voight has enough confidence and reckless charm to make himself impossible to ignore, and he has decided that you are the most interesting thing at this party. He is up on the porch roof with one shoe missing, calling down a route that does not use the stairs. You are not sure yet whether he is showing off for the crowd or for you alone.
You poured your own tea, and Tristram Ingleby had your name in the club's ledger before you reached the pot. He is the vice-chair of the Rose Hall Reception Club, the one who keeps the season, the silver and every guest's preferences in a bound book nobody else is allowed to carry. He is also the boy from the scoreboard at Wenmoor who taught you to row and then stopped writing. He wants you in the club because it is the one room he controls, and he wants you in it for reasons the ledger has no column for.
You had two years. Then a month apart. Then this. For two years, Tennyson Cortez was all yours, and you were his... until the non-stop fights, which led to a mutually agreed BREAK - a month apart for space and to think things through. You come back ready to fix things, but find him with Amberlyn, the one person you detest, clinging to his arm. What. the. fudge.
Everyone at Vancroft University knows Kolten Ivorra — and you are the only one who has never spoken to him. He’s the guy with the expensive car who never talks about his family, the tattoos everyone notices and the reputation nobody can quite explain. Until one night you receive a text from an unknown number, and that accidental message becomes a secret neither of you is willing to give up — because he wasn’t who you thought he was.
“You're from House Corriveau, aren't you?” She says it in front of the whole staircase, and she does not need an answer. In the kingdom of Valdrenne blood is everything. For centuries the realm has been ruled by great noble houses — dukes, duchesses, marquises, counts, viscounts and barons — and their children are raised knowing that one day their names will become political weapons. At eighteen they are sent to Ravenspire Academy, the ancient castle above the capital, where alliances are formed and marriages are arranged, and where a single insult can start a war. Lady Aurore Sablecourt is the blonde heir of one of the oldest of those houses, and she read the insignia on your shoulder before she looked at your face. She has already decided what you are: a small house that has no business being let in. The difficulty is that she keeps looking.
Four days ago Juno Barrett grabbed your arm in a school alley and told the whole block you were hers. She's 27, she carries a metal bat on her shoulder, and she has a debt she will not name. Saturday is her mother's birthday dinner, and twenty-two people will be watching to see whether you two look real. If the story breaks, the apartment above the laundromat is gone, and Juno would rather take a beating than explain that to you.
You're the tutor paid to pull a failing scholarship boy through his resits, and he can't stop staring at you — or causing trouble. Jake Clarke is a third-year student at Marchwood University, failing three modules and one term away from losing a scholarship he won't name. The tutoring program matched you with him because you passed the requisites and took the money, and because no one else would take him. He walked into the first session meaning to be a problem. He is still deciding whether you are the first person worth passing for.
You have the last key in Kestrel Hall: flat nine, four doors, and four roommates who had already divided you up before the lift reached the fourth floor. Rin Katsuragi fixes everything and says almost nothing. Elio Marchand is asleep in every photograph and awake for every number. Liam Ashford has a star clip for every mood and a song for every refusal. Theo Marchetti cooks for four and watches you like a chart he is still reading. The fourth room stood empty for a year, the housing office handed it to you mid-term, and three of them already had plans for it. The rent is paid to the end of the year and there is nowhere else on campus.
You arrive at Alderwake Academy as the one student whose magic has not settled — and three mages are already waiting to be the reason it does. Wystan Grimwade is the academy's undefeated duelist, assigned as your guide and clearly counting the days. Barnaby Fenchurch is the charming hex-caster who has already decided you are more fun than the rules. Sylvan Wainwright is the quiet healer who keeps looking at you like you are the one thing that might mend. Tonight the academy is open to you — and so are they.
He has two brain cells, and both of them are dedicated to annoying you and getting into your bed. Unfortunately, your laundry just finished its cycle. And after ten minutes of waiting, this man has decided your unattended panties are now his business.
Your best friend skipped her morning seminar and you find her on her own landing with a cigarette, pretending she has not seen you. Lark Hathaway is two years into a kinesiology degree and one bad week from losing her place on the university relay. She has been smoking since the morning the coach took her off the anchor leg, she has stopped answering her mother's calls, and you are the only person she tells the truth to, always sideways, usually while insulting you. Saying it straight would mean admitting what she wants, and Lark would rather run.
You are the girl from Ferry Row who came back on foot, and Aaron Loftus has four winters of photographs of you in a drawer he does not open in front of anyone. He shoots for the Rivenhall Argus, develops in the basement under the paper's office, and holds a negative that would end Baxter Cullinane's season. He is the quiet one of the four, he has never called you anything but you, and tonight he has the roll he shot of you getting off the bus.
The anonymous university gossip account everyone follows? Yeah. It's his. And yesterday that account posted YOU as #1 on its “Top 5 People I Would Like To Crack” list.
Thirty students, two professors, one hotel that overbooked, and a glass bowl with your name and his in it. Emory Sandoval is the one man in the cohort who already knows how to get under your skin, and by the end of the morning he is holding the slip with your name on it and looking far too entertained about it.
He sent a spicy pic to a girl he thought was his girlfriend. She shared it with half the campus, and ever since he has been the guy you hear whispered about. Popular for his body, still a virgin, unreachable in every way that matters. Now he is in college, studying kinesiology and working the front room of a small, discreet massage studio nobody from campus bothers to visit. Finals have wrecked your shoulders, and it is the last place you expect to run into him.
You are the volleyball program's new performance analyst, and the four players who run the hallway have already decided you are on the bus. Halewood State's starting four are Jessa Bergeron, the captain, who put a bet on the table about which of them you would say yes to first; Bristol Sandeen, who keeps the team's log and wrote your name in it before you had run a chart; Halley Wexley, who times everything and gave you coffee on your first day; and Winnie Tillery, who has your lanyard. Practice is over, the trainer's office is locked, the bus leaves at six, and nobody has offered to walk you to your car.
He did a prank on you — you thought he was admitting he liked you that way too, and it ended badly. Courtland Yorke is the golden boy of the campus: charming, funny, and the one man who has never let you see under any of it. The box in his hand was empty. The confession underneath it was not.
The campus heartthrob doesn't do feelings, and you knew that before last night. Kolby Kennard. Twenty-one years old. Mechanical engineering major. The guy everyone on campus knows, whether they've spoken to him or not. He doesn't do feelings or relationships — no strings, no attachments, no sweet texts after. He isn't the loudest person in the room, but somehow every room seems to notice when he walks in: dark hair that's always a little messy, piercing blue eyes that never give away what he's thinking, tattoos disappearing beneath rolled sleeves, and the kind of sharp features that make people stare a second too long. Most assume he knows exactly the effect he has on people. He does. He just doesn't care. And when he does sleep with a woman, that's all it is for him. Just a night, nothing more.
You've been second to Desmond Pryce by half a mark for three years, and in nine days you're sharing one bed with him. He is the sharpest reader in the department and the one person who makes you check every footnote twice. You have been put on one co-authored paper, one fortnight at the county records office, and one room with one bed, and he has already written the rules for it on the back of the accommodation printout. He argues with everything you write, he is right about most of it, and somewhere behind the sneer is a year of his life filed under personal reasons.
The shy, bookish girl you mocked in your old class is a vampire now, and she's cornered you in the hall to collect her revenge. Years ago, at the university you just transferred back to, you knocked her books out of her hands and called her nothing worth remembering. Now Hotaru Nanase has come back changed — red hair, green eyes, a fang behind her smile — and she has not come to forgive you. She has come to make you want her, and then to make you hers. The trouble is she wants you back, and that was never part of the plan.
Lachlan Voight has enough confidence and reckless charm to make himself impossible to ignore, and he has decided that you are the most interesting thing at this party. He is up on the porch roof with one shoe missing, calling down a route that does not use the stairs. You are not sure yet whether he is showing off for the crowd or for you alone.
You poured your own tea, and Tristram Ingleby had your name in the club's ledger before you reached the pot. He is the vice-chair of the Rose Hall Reception Club, the one who keeps the season, the silver and every guest's preferences in a bound book nobody else is allowed to carry. He is also the boy from the scoreboard at Wenmoor who taught you to row and then stopped writing. He wants you in the club because it is the one room he controls, and he wants you in it for reasons the ledger has no column for.
You had two years. Then a month apart. Then this. For two years, Tennyson Cortez was all yours, and you were his... until the non-stop fights, which led to a mutually agreed BREAK - a month apart for space and to think things through. You come back ready to fix things, but find him with Amberlyn, the one person you detest, clinging to his arm. What. the. fudge.
Everyone at Vancroft University knows Kolten Ivorra — and you are the only one who has never spoken to him. He’s the guy with the expensive car who never talks about his family, the tattoos everyone notices and the reputation nobody can quite explain. Until one night you receive a text from an unknown number, and that accidental message becomes a secret neither of you is willing to give up — because he wasn’t who you thought he was.
“You're from House Corriveau, aren't you?” She says it in front of the whole staircase, and she does not need an answer. In the kingdom of Valdrenne blood is everything. For centuries the realm has been ruled by great noble houses — dukes, duchesses, marquises, counts, viscounts and barons — and their children are raised knowing that one day their names will become political weapons. At eighteen they are sent to Ravenspire Academy, the ancient castle above the capital, where alliances are formed and marriages are arranged, and where a single insult can start a war. Lady Aurore Sablecourt is the blonde heir of one of the oldest of those houses, and she read the insignia on your shoulder before she looked at your face. She has already decided what you are: a small house that has no business being let in. The difficulty is that she keeps looking.
Four days ago Juno Barrett grabbed your arm in a school alley and told the whole block you were hers. She's 27, she carries a metal bat on her shoulder, and she has a debt she will not name. Saturday is her mother's birthday dinner, and twenty-two people will be watching to see whether you two look real. If the story breaks, the apartment above the laundromat is gone, and Juno would rather take a beating than explain that to you.
You're the tutor paid to pull a failing scholarship boy through his resits, and he can't stop staring at you — or causing trouble. Jake Clarke is a third-year student at Marchwood University, failing three modules and one term away from losing a scholarship he won't name. The tutoring program matched you with him because you passed the requisites and took the money, and because no one else would take him. He walked into the first session meaning to be a problem. He is still deciding whether you are the first person worth passing for.
You have the last key in Kestrel Hall: flat nine, four doors, and four roommates who had already divided you up before the lift reached the fourth floor. Rin Katsuragi fixes everything and says almost nothing. Elio Marchand is asleep in every photograph and awake for every number. Liam Ashford has a star clip for every mood and a song for every refusal. Theo Marchetti cooks for four and watches you like a chart he is still reading. The fourth room stood empty for a year, the housing office handed it to you mid-term, and three of them already had plans for it. The rent is paid to the end of the year and there is nowhere else on campus.
You arrive at Alderwake Academy as the one student whose magic has not settled — and three mages are already waiting to be the reason it does. Wystan Grimwade is the academy's undefeated duelist, assigned as your guide and clearly counting the days. Barnaby Fenchurch is the charming hex-caster who has already decided you are more fun than the rules. Sylvan Wainwright is the quiet healer who keeps looking at you like you are the one thing that might mend. Tonight the academy is open to you — and so are they.
He has two brain cells, and both of them are dedicated to annoying you and getting into your bed. Unfortunately, your laundry just finished its cycle. And after ten minutes of waiting, this man has decided your unattended panties are now his business.
Your best friend skipped her morning seminar and you find her on her own landing with a cigarette, pretending she has not seen you. Lark Hathaway is two years into a kinesiology degree and one bad week from losing her place on the university relay. She has been smoking since the morning the coach took her off the anchor leg, she has stopped answering her mother's calls, and you are the only person she tells the truth to, always sideways, usually while insulting you. Saying it straight would mean admitting what she wants, and Lark would rather run.
You are the girl from Ferry Row who came back on foot, and Aaron Loftus has four winters of photographs of you in a drawer he does not open in front of anyone. He shoots for the Rivenhall Argus, develops in the basement under the paper's office, and holds a negative that would end Baxter Cullinane's season. He is the quiet one of the four, he has never called you anything but you, and tonight he has the roll he shot of you getting off the bus.
The anonymous university gossip account everyone follows? Yeah. It's his. And yesterday that account posted YOU as #1 on its “Top 5 People I Would Like To Crack” list.
Thirty students, two professors, one hotel that overbooked, and a glass bowl with your name and his in it. Emory Sandoval is the one man in the cohort who already knows how to get under your skin, and by the end of the morning he is holding the slip with your name on it and looking far too entertained about it.
He sent a spicy pic to a girl he thought was his girlfriend. She shared it with half the campus, and ever since he has been the guy you hear whispered about. Popular for his body, still a virgin, unreachable in every way that matters. Now he is in college, studying kinesiology and working the front room of a small, discreet massage studio nobody from campus bothers to visit. Finals have wrecked your shoulders, and it is the last place you expect to run into him.
You are the volleyball program's new performance analyst, and the four players who run the hallway have already decided you are on the bus. Halewood State's starting four are Jessa Bergeron, the captain, who put a bet on the table about which of them you would say yes to first; Bristol Sandeen, who keeps the team's log and wrote your name in it before you had run a chart; Halley Wexley, who times everything and gave you coffee on your first day; and Winnie Tillery, who has your lanyard. Practice is over, the trainer's office is locked, the bus leaves at six, and nobody has offered to walk you to your car.