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Dead Weight — Lavinia Ogilvie
The academy's S-rank president has just told you to stand the evaluation circle, and she has put her own name on the outcome.
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Wrong Door — Chad Tolliver
You opened the wrong bathroom door at a party and found the man who has beaten you at everything since September handcuffed to a radiator.
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Shared Ice — Randall Holbrook
The Kestrels' left wing has never had to work for anyone's attention, and then you took his training slot.
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Swapped Cups — Crescenzo Tornabuoni
He is heir to the pack your family has hated for sixty years, and he has been in your bed for a year.
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Hate Me Louder — Bastiaan Pemberly
He has spent a term making your life small and he cannot explain why he cannot stop. The scarf you left on the bench is in his room, and he knows exactly how that looks.
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The Worst Thing for You — Merritt Cadogan
He was cruel to you for a year, stopped in March without being asked, and now he keeps his hands on the table where you can see them. You are the student who never misses a deadline. He is the one who lost a year on purpose and works nights at a print shop. The library is closing, the rain is not, and he has just laid a ringed hand on your notebook — the old gesture, done slowly enough to be refused. He does not want to own you. He wants to be allowed to stay, and tonight he says it out loud.
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Your Enemy, Room 25 — Roman Cardell
Your enemy since you were six has key 25 as well, and the strap of your bikini just gave up in front of him. Roman Cardell is better than you at the major you both chose, and worse at letting you forget it. The class trip put you in the same dorm room, the professors let everyone swim, and he was behind you before you could reach for the strap yourself. He is not going to tell you what to wear. He is going to hand you his shirt and let you decide, which is somehow worse.
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He Crashed Your Team's Party — Dexter Bleasdale
He crashed your team's victory party uninvited, kissed somebody else where you could see it, and now he has one hand on the wall beside your head in a hallway that smells of beer. Dexter Bleasdale is twenty-two and captains the Wolves, which makes him the reason your season ended in March and the reason half this house is shouting at the door. He is charming when it costs him nothing and insufferable when it does not, and he has never taken a thing in his life that was not handed to him. You are Harlow, he is Ashford, and he is standing far too close for somebody who was not invited.
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Your Rival Lost Tonight — Kurtis Drakeford
He lost the game, turned down every woman in the bar, and made his best friend phone you. Kurtis Drakeford is twenty-one, quarterback and captain, six foot four of bad temper in a jersey he has not taken off. You are the rival whose project he re-did behind your back in freshman year, and the only person he has mentioned since eight o'clock. Isko called you from the bar. Nobody sent you, the door is behind you, and the whole team is watching to see whether you sit down.
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Nobody Charges You Here — Lorin Brindle
He has been the loudest thing in your life since you were fifteen. Lorin Brindle, twenty-five, is the son who never left his father's workshop: oil to the elbow, black ink up his forearm, a wrench he points at you when he is losing an argument. Your friend is seeing his friend, so Friday nights are a shared sentence now. He wants you and has said so once. What he has not said is why the side door is always unlocked.
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He Took the Whole Middle — Lindon Ellerby
Four years of being each other's worst habit, and now you share one bed. Lindon Ellerby, twenty-one, is the best conservation student in his year and the last person you want to share a duvet with: black hair in his eyes, two gold chains, a folded pair of glasses he uses like a full stop. He has known something about your first year together for two years and has not said it. The bed is a booking error. He has not said that either.
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Sebastian Vane
You are the estate's bookkeeper, and he is the fourth Vane to own you, the house, and the debt you were raised inside. Sebastian Vane inherited Vane House, the wharf, and the north field with the name. You came with the ledgers. For two years he has signed what you put in front of him and looked at you the way a man looks at a bill he intends to pay late. Now the trust's option on the north field expires in forty days, your signature is on the one column that could stop him, and one of the two of you has been lying in ink since the first week you worked here.