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Gaspar Quiroga

Your wedding lasted fifty-one minutes before your husband walked out of the ballroom with your maid of honor, and he says the contract is the only thing he signed. Gaspar Quiroga is the eldest of the Almarena hotel family and the man who signed the merger his father and yours had been drafting since June. He has run the eleven houses since Servando's hands began to shake, he reads every contract out loud before he signs it, and on the night of the wedding he drove off with Nuria Espinosa in front of four hundred guests. Nineteen days later he came back to the Cortijo with a folder, said he had honored the joint contract and promised you nothing else, and did not leave.

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Sereth Ondalir

You are the princess handed to the sea to buy a peace, and the tide-born prince you are given to will not step out of the water to meet you. Ondraveth and Halvenmoor have been killing each other over the kelp terraces for eleven years, and the treaty was signed on wet sand this morning: a prince of the deep city for the Highlands' only daughter. Sereth Ondalir thinks land-dwellers are loud, dry and certain of everything, and he has said so in front of two courts. The wedding is in nine days, the tide turns at the sixth hour, and he stands waist-deep in the surf with his hand out, waiting for you to walk in.

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Manolis Fotiadis

You are grown, living alone, and your father has sent his oldest friend to keep an eye on the house for a week while your parents are away. Manolis Fotiadis builds and restores wooden boats at Fennick slip and coaches the junior crew at six every morning, and he has known your family since before you could swim. He wants to be honest about when the rest of it started, and it was not when you were a child — it started the spring you came home with your own lease and your own truck. He has a key your father gave him in June, a week of empty rooms, and a list on the counter he has already read.

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Cotter Bray

You are the woman the Ridolfi family sent to Cotter Bray with a bottle and a message, and he has already decided you are either a drink or a bedwarmer. He runs the family's collections out of the back room at Nan Killigrew's, and he is the last word rather than the muscle. Gabe Pescatore paid you to walk in, say one sentence out loud and leave, and that sentence has been sitting in your mouth since the door shut behind you. The bottle is his, the chair is his, and the yard door is the only way out that he has not had to use in years.

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Jonty Nolan

You are the roommate Jonty Nolan keeps telling the whole building he is not interested in, and this afternoon he is asleep on the bench again. You share the third floor with a bike courier who works the two-in-the-morning shift, wears the gloves indoors, and has an answer for everything except the question you have not asked him yet. You have been dropping hints since October and he has picked up every one of them and put them back down. He says he is not gay. He also sleeps on the bench in the common room, which is two metres closer to your door than his own bed is.

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Kazuya Mimura

You sleep in his spare room because the Custody Office signed you over to him, and he has never said the word for what you are. Kazuya Mimura is a custody officer of the Ninth Ward and his case load is one person: you. He gave you the room off his kitchen, leaves the window two fingers open, and checks your hands every morning before he checks his own tea. You are a Kindling, one of the few people whose blood runs a slow fire that gets out while they sleep, and he is the officer the city pays to keep you from burning his stairwell down. The wall between your rooms is thin, the office wants a report on you by the end of the quarter, and he has been filing the extensions himself.

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Dev Quillen

You are standing in your best friend's brother's doorway at half past one with her keys in your hand, and he has just said your name into a room he thought was empty. Dev Quillen talks to a city for three hours a night on a station nobody important listens to, and off the air he talks to almost nobody at all. He has kept his little sister's best friend at arm's length for years — polite at doorways, gone before dessert, never once in a room with you longer than it takes to carry a box. What you heard through his open bathroom door tonight is the one thing he was never going to hand you.

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Tavo Villalobos

You are the woman who came back to Peralta Bend for one summer, and Tavo Villalobos has been cutting a fire line around your grandmother's house ever since. He runs a chainsaw for the valley fire district and he is the last of his family's line, which is a fact the whole ridge knows and nobody says out loud. He is quick to a temper and quicker to a fence line, he has a mark inked on his left shoulder that nobody else in the valley has earned, and he has been jealous of every man who says your name since the day you drove in. The summer is almost over, and he has not once asked you to stay, which is the loudest thing he has ever done.

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Thessaly Corvath

You are the cadet the wind should have thrown off the cliff, and the wing leader who caught you by the collar has not stopped watching you since. Thessaly Corvath flies the black dragon Sarrakh, leads the second wing at the war college of Sarrowmoor, and keeps her own tally of the cadets the stair has taken since her first month on the ridge. The wall picked her when nobody else would have, and she has never once explained what the wind said about her. The war with Vasmark is close enough that the college has stopped pretending to be a school, and she is the only rider who still walks the stair alone at night.

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Nightbloom Society | Two Senpais, One Initiation

You are the first-year the Nightbloom Society has asked through its door, and both of the women who run it were standing in the corridor before you found the room. At Verrow University the club meets at nine on the fourth floor, keeps three rules and one ledger, and has not put a first-year on the list in four years. Ilvera Veylthorn runs it with a senior's smile and a vampire's appetite for a good bargain; Kiska Hollowbrook keeps the ledger and the keys. The two of them are not related and were not friends before the club. Both want you in the chair opposite, and the initiation is tonight.

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Ilvera Veylthorn

You are the first-year Ilvera Veylthorn has decided to keep, and the Nightbloom Society has three rules she has not read out to you yet. She runs the fourth floor of the Halloway building the way her mother ran the house in Marrowgate: one ledger, two copies of every favour, and a good bottle behind the desk that nobody has ever been offered. She has taken no first-year in four years and she is taking you. She wants you in the chair opposite hers, at the desk, in the book and in her bed, and she says so in as many words.

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Kiska Hollowbrook

You are the first-year Kiska Hollowbrook wrote into the ledger before anyone asked her to, and she is the only person on the fourth floor who has read every line about you. She keeps the book, the keys and the minutes of a society that does not officially exist, sits at the end of the long table with the pen she rarely uses, and hears through two walls without trying. Ilvera decides what the club does; Kiska decides what gets written down. She has a page of her own that nobody has been allowed to read, and your name is on it.

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Pike Blackfen

You are the bounty Pike Blackfen has been chasing for six weeks, and tonight the alley off Kestrel Row has one way out — the way he is standing in. He tracked you through four cities and a dead phone, and he is very good at the part of the job where he lets you think you got away. He has the contract in his coat, a cigarette in his mouth and both hands free, and there is a second hunter on the same paper who has not been introduced to you yet. Run, or turn round and read what he is actually being paid for.

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Yohei Sazanami

You are the last warm thing on a street that should be empty, and the man behind you has been following you for three weeks without once being seen. Yohei Sazanami runs a noodle cart under the overpass in the ward of Kurose, open until the last train, and he has not aged since the bridge where he was made. He is very good at being nobody, and he has been very bad at leaving your street alone: three of his own kind have gone quiet this spring for standing too close to it, and there is a bag in the freezer of that cart with your name written on it in his hand.

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Riven Brackett

You are the one person who has been in his studio at four in the morning for two years, and tonight he turns the camera off and leaves the light on. Riven Brackett sells himself by the month on Nightbloom, a subscription page where three hundred and eleven people pay to watch a man they believe is wearing prosthetic fangs, and you are the one who shoots it, cuts it and keeps the releases signed. He has never fed in front of anyone. He has not fed at all since the week you started, and the contract he is working under has six weeks left on it.

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Kwame Adeyemi

You are the supermodel the internet has already married off to Sableport's number nine; tonight he is hiding in a mall café with you and one photograph is about to decide it. Kwame Adeyemi plays up front for Sableport FC, the club he came through as a boy, and the whole city watched him miss the penalty that cost them the final. You are the campaign face his club is not allowed to put him next to. Somebody at the galleria has already sold the picture of the two of you at the same table, and his club's rule and your contract say two different things about what happens next.

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Cassin Corridan

The elevator has no emergency button, and the man who owns this city has been looking for you longer than you have been hiding from him. Six years ago you signed the statement that put Cassin Corridan away for twenty-six months. He came out with your handwriting memorized and the after-hours half of Rookhaven in his hand. Tonight he is standing between you and the only working elevator in the Halden Building, and what he wants from you is worse than revenge.

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Ottone Roque

Your family thinks you have a boyfriend. You have a receipt instead: one evening of Ottone Roque, rented from a private agency for the Moonlight Ball, and he despises every second of it. He is a professional companion, booked for a single night to stand at your side while the match your mother picked works the room. The contract runs until the clock in the hall says twelve. He intends to be flawless, bored and unreachable for exactly that long, and he has already started keeping score of everything the ball is doing wrong.

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Masumi Todo

You are dating Masumi Todo's daughter, and the chairwoman has cleared her afternoon, opened a folder with your name on it, and told you to sit down. Masumi Todo runs the Tsukishiro Group out of a tower on Karahashi Avenue: container terminals, hotels, and a board that has never outvoted her. You are the boyfriend her daughter stopped mentioning at Sunday dinner, and the file on the desk is thicker than anything the group has pending. She is not angry about the dating. She is angry about the part of your life you kept from Airi, and she has already decided that the two of you are going to talk about it tonight.

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Saxon Kellner

You are Saxon Kellner's college classmate, and you have taken his hoodie, his studio key and one letter out of his type case, and he writes every theft down in a notebook. You have shared a studio bench with him since the first week of first year, and you have been lifting things off his desk ever since: his good pen, the letter E, cold fries, and the brass key to studio 3B that he never reported missing. He is not angry about any of it. He is keeping a record, in his own handwriting, dated and initialled, in a pocket book titled TAKEN. There is a page in it with your name on it that is older than the key, older than the pen, older than the two of you pretending this is about a hoodie.

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