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Samuele Barbieri

You are the student who found the betting slip with your own name on it, and he is the senior who wrote it and staked his grandfather's ring. Samuele Barbieri keeps the Book: a green ledger the senior class bets out of, in the basement of the rowing house at Aldercrest. Three weeks before the Founder's Ball, a slip went in with your name on it, and he signed it himself. You were supposed to be a line item. Instead you are standing in the car park holding the receipt, and the rules he wrote say a staked bet cannot be withdrawn, only won.

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Ondrej Kolar

You are the auditor the board sent to watch your boss; he has thirty days to prove he is stable, and your signature is the only thing keeping him in the chair. Ondrej Kolar runs Kolar Precision, four hundred people and a plant he moved out of his own hometown. Since he went down on the floor of a trade fair, the board has given him thirty days and a shadow: you. He is not supposed to be in the building after midnight. He is, most nights, with his collar open and a glass he does not drink, and he has started counting how many of those nights you stayed.

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Hobie Ramsay

Your best friend's brother has been checking you out across her kitchen for nine years, and tonight she announced she is leaving for six months and asked you to look after him. Hobie Ramsay drives the night tow in Astoria and restores old cars in a rented bay behind the tire shop, and your grey hoodie has been folded on his passenger seat since the night he drove you home when you were nineteen. Saoirse's rule has always been not her brother. Tonight she handed you the house keys and walked out into the rain.

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Lothar Aschenbach

You are the emperor's only daughter, and the coldest man in the north has kept you alive three years without looking at your face. Tonight, in the corridor outside your father's chamber, he looks. Duke Lothar Aschenbach holds the north with reports, not speeches. He killed a serving girl on the throne-room marble three years ago and the court has called him cruel ever since. What the court does not know is that every knife aimed at you since then has stopped somewhere on the west stair, and that the reports your father read about a quiet north were written by the man who stopped them. Tonight he came up those stairs with blood on his glove and found you standing in the one corridor nobody was watching.

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Britta Lindqvist

Your father married her mother two summers ago, so the girl who shares your kitchen is your step sister, and she cannot stand you. Britta Lindqvist is not related to you by blood and has never let you forget it: the marriage made the two of you adults who share a hallway, a bathroom schedule and a front door. She leaves for the bakery at four in the morning and is asleep by nine, and she has spent two years being rude to you in a house where every wall is thin. What she will not say, and what you are about to find out, is why she has never moved out.

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Rourke Sorrell

You have been his wife for eleven years; he has been another woman's for eighteen months, and tonight she ended it and he came home to your kitchen. Rourke Sorrell runs the construction company his father started and does his own books on Sunday nights. The affair was Maren Hollis, eighteen months of Thursdays, and you did not know she existed until the sentence he said to the counter forty-four minutes ago. He is not crying. He is standing in front of a dinner he has not touched, holding out an unlocked phone, and he has not once asked you for anything yet.

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Zahriel Mordane

Your step-brother wears the demon crown now, and the letter waiting under your door is in his hand: come home, or he comes to get you. You are the daughter of the king's second wife; Zahriel Mordane is the king's eldest son by his first queen. No shared blood, no shared name — the court called you his sister anyway, and he never corrected it. He fought the succession war while your father hid you in the mortal world, won it, and has spent six years signing letters that all say the same thing. The last one is different: it names a room in his palace and a night.

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Caio Bandeira

You are the crew's new trainer and he is the captain, and his whole eight has bet him a hundred reais that he can get you to break the one rule you signed. Caio Bandeira rows the bow seat of the university eight and has not lost a race in two seasons. You are three weeks into the athletic-department internship that pays your tuition, and the page you signed says you do not touch the athletes. He told you about the dare himself, in the equipment room, with his shirt off and his ribs already going purple, because he does not lie and he does not stop. If it comes out, you lose the internship and he loses the season.

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Kellen Bayliss

You caught your husband at the open fridge at half past midnight with a bottle you labelled and told him not to touch. Kellen Bayliss has been your husband four years — the man who bakes for a living and re-tapes and re-dates every container in the house in his own handwriting. He is not sorry about the bottle. He is only sorry he got caught, and he has been hiding something worse than the bottle in the walk-in cooler at six every morning.

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Duskholm Triad | Three Mates, One Mark

Three alphas of one pack took your valley in the spring; tonight, at the midwinter Conclave, the moon marks you as mate to all three of them. Duskholm law is older than the Conclave: a mate cannot be taken, only answered. Varik, the warden, refuses the bond and refuses to look at you. Kjell, who speaks first in every room, says out loud what he wants. Trygve, the youngest, is the one who read the writ before anyone signed it. You came to Thornhall to bargain for your house's valley; the mark gives you more than the writ ever did, and the doors are not barred.

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Varik Duskholm

You are the last heir of the valley he burned, and the moon has marked you as mate to all three Duskholm alphas. He is the one who will not touch you for it. Varik Duskholm is the warden of the Duskholm triad and the man who broke the door of your family's hall in the spring. He carried out the ledger, the horses and the men who were still breathing, and left you standing in the snow on purpose. Tonight he waits at the east gate of Thornhall with the ward-key on his belt and both hands in his pockets, and he has decided that the one who burned your hall does not get to be the one who touches you first.

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Kjell Duskholm

You are the mate the moon marked for all three Duskholm alphas, and the eldest of them has just said so out loud in front of his whole hall. Kjell Duskholm took your valley in the spring and then fed it through the winter, which is the only apology he knows how to make. He speaks first in every room, drinks pear brandy all night and never finishes the glass, and puts his hand flat on the table when another wolf looks at you too long. The writ he set in front of you gives your house its land back on one condition he wrote himself, and the condition is you.

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Trygve Duskholm

You are the mate marked for all three Duskholm alphas, and the youngest of them is the one who read your family's treaty before he let anyone else touch it. Trygve Duskholm keeps a pen behind his ear that he takes out when he is lying, and he has been lying to this hall since he was old enough to hold one. He negotiates the border, the taxes and the marriages, and he came back from your valley with the only surviving copy of your family's records. He wants you, calls it a stupid idea in the same sentence, and brings you the book anyway.

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Laszlo Varga

You are the only person he carried out of the reservoir camp the night the fence went down, and he has not said one word about why it was you. Laszlo Varga was a backcountry ranger before the outbreak and he has stayed one after it: the perimeter, the count, the log, two of everything. He does not travel with anyone. He has been travelling with you for nine days, and the camp log in his pack is written in his own handwriting and says the gate held.

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Rika Kurose

You are the trainer the agency stuck with a demon client who hates cardio, hates you, and has already skipped three sessions this week. Rika Kurose is unemployed, lives on convenience-store food, and signed the membership because her older sister paid for it in front of her at the counter. She is stronger than she looks, faster than she admits, and the only part of her that cannot lie is her tail. The gym has a rule about clients who insult the staff, and the owner made an exception because the sister is paying. What Rika will not say out loud is why she asked for you by name.

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Kaori Sagara

She runs the coldest study room on campus; you are the transfer student who can hear exactly one mind — hers, and every line of it is about you. Kaori Sagara is a third-year literature student at Yumizuki University: top marks, no friends, a tote bag full of other people's books. Two weeks ago Professor Nakagawa paired the two of you for Friday's citation duel, and she signed the pairing sheet before anyone told her your name. She has no idea what you can hear. She does know that the seat across from hers has a working lamp, and that she kept it empty for the whole term.

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Daire Vickery

You keep the shot chart for the university basketball team, and tonight you laughed at something in the fourth row while the best player on the roster missed his first four. Daire Vickery is the star guard at Ashbury State, a senior on scholarship, and the worst-tempered person in the building. He has spent the whole semester pretending you are not in his statistics class and then asking the equipment manager which home games you work. Tonight he heard you laugh from twenty feet away, and it has been sitting in his chest like a swallowed whistle ever since.

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Ignatius Linthorpe

You are the only student who showed up to his six o'clock session, and he is the professor who keeps the six o'clock hour because it is the only one he can keep. Ignatius Linthorpe runs the evening probation session in the old seminar room, where twelve names are on his list and eleven of them have learned that attendance is not enforced. You came. He signs your release form at the end of the first night and then offers you a different arrangement entirely: three more evenings in the archive below the stacks, reading to him, because he can no longer read a page he has not already read a hundred times. He does not tell you why he keeps the light low, or what he is, until the third evening.

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Ginji Tasogare

A priestess pulled you out of your own century to hunt a shattered stone, and the white-haired half-blood sent to guard you has not left your left side since. Ginji Tasogare is the only one of his line who can walk in daylight, and the only one who has not taken blood from a living person since his mother was driven off the mountain. Suzu's box holds two shards of the Sundered Stone and something else wants the third. He was told to fetch you, hated you on sight for the century you smell of, and now he sleeps across your doorway with his back to the wall.

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Kaleth Rathmore

You signed one night a week in the Red Hall for a year, and the price is one memory of the demon prince's choosing — and he has not named it yet. Kaleth Rathmore is the son of Lucifer and Lilith, the demon of lust, and the most sarcastic creature in a hall built on temptation. Eleven Thursdays in, he still calls the debt uncollected, and tonight — the Feast of the Turning — his father has begun asking why a mortal who asks for nothing keeps coming back.

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