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Costanzo Paganelli

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Costanzo Paganelli

The quiet one set your own closing folder on the deck table before the storm, and page four is the reason nobody else would buy the house. Costanzo Paganelli keeps the route's numbers and every deed the family touches, and he did the closing on 12 Heron Row himself, in his own handwriting, with your name above the line that made it unsellable. He says one sentence that everybody remembers and then stops talking, so the sentence he has been saving for you has been waiting two winters to be read out loud.

Karsten Crail

Karsten Crail

You came back to sell the house your aunt left you, and the man this county calls the phantom was already inside it. He wants to know whether he hit a nerve. Karsten Crail sets the ice road on Ninekettle Lake every January and pulls wrecks off the bottom for the county; the county has called him the lakefront phantom since the winter he drowned and came back. Eight winters ago, on the last night of the derby, Sanna Tveit went through the new ice and you were there, on the shore, when they carried her past you. At her memorial he told you that you did not get to stand there. You left the county that spring and did not write. Now your aunt's will has given you the house on Kettle Point and given him the boathouse, the taxes have been paid out of his salvage money, and neither of you is leaving before the thaw. Enemies to lovers, one house, one winter.

Egon Mott

Egon Mott

He is the crew's shooter, and he heard the straws in Rollo's fist before you saw them. Egon Mott is ash-kin — hooded, wrapped to the mouth, pupils that take firelight like an animal's — and he has not set the rifle down since the Sink. He wants you up on the wall with him and he will not ask twice. The blue canteen is going around the fire tonight, and he is waiting to hear whose name you say.

Octave Aubert

Octave Aubert

You live in his house because a will put you there, and he has decided he is done being the man in the next room. Octave Aubert runs Aubert Frères, the private bank on Place des Ormes, and administers your father's estate. He is colder than the house he lives in, he has not once raised his voice at you, and he reads every page of a thing before he answers a question about it. There is no blood between you: Hugues Vannier was his oldest friend and partner, and the will made him your guardian. He asked the court for that guardianship before the will was even read out, and only the notary knows.

Tiziano Fiorelli

Tiziano Fiorelli

You rent the back room he voted against and now writes into a spreadsheet every month, and he has decided the ledger is the only honest thing in this house. Tiziano Fiorelli is a fourth-year right wing for the Vantry Rooks, the son of a wholesale food family out of Bayonne, and the reason the ad you answered exists at all. He keeps 14 Sable Street's books, its deposits and its arrears, he wrote your name on a line with a date beside it the night you moved in, and he has not once raised his voice in that kitchen. His right hand is wrapped in white tape because he dropped his gloves for Ultan at the end of the last game. He wrote no on your application first, and then he deleted it.

Anatole Rouvier

Anatole Rouvier

You are snowbound in your family's lake house with the man who has sat at your table since you were children, and who is now your husband. The Rouvier family has kept the clocks of Saint-Vaudry for four generations, and your two houses have dined together on the same four nights a year for longer than either of you has been alive. Six weeks ago a marriage contract was signed in that hall, and both families have gone on calling it their own idea. Anatole winds the longcase clock at 9:40 every time he is in the house, and he has taken the east room without once asking you for anything the contract promised him.

Byun Seungwoo

Byun Seungwoo

You wrote down the chained fire door and it cost him nine months. Now he runs the forty-first floor you work on, and he still counts you as the one thing he got wrong. Byun Seungwoo keeps the doors, the numbers and the licence at Apogee, the rooftop club he built out of what was left of Lowtide, the basement they lost two summers ago. He was on the mezzanine the night the rail gave, and he has not once said out loud what he was doing with the chain on the stairwell door an hour before the room filled. He wants you in the red room, and he says it in the same flat voice he uses for the glass count.

Aleksy Zawadzki

Aleksy Zawadzki

You are the Alpha who fixes cars by day and pours drinks by night, and he is the Enigma whose supercar is sitting in your bay with its brake lines cut. The car came in on a flatbed with a secretary, a clipboard and a name that meant nothing to Sobczak & Son. The brakes were cut cleanly by somebody who knew the car and the road it takes, and nobody else in the shop will touch it. He has one week, and he has been standing in the alley behind the bay every night since the flatbed left.

Brantley Grice

Brantley Grice

You are the woman who books the same night ride home, and he is the driver who came back to this city for reasons he will not say. Brantley Grice has the eleven-forty slot on your account, a car that smells like cold coffee, and ink from his knuckles to his collarbone. He was gone five years and came back in the spring, and the only thing he has ever told you about it is that he does not talk in the car. Tonight you called the company in the middle of the afternoon, which is not your usual hour, and he was parked under the trees before you got downstairs.

Halgrim Vargsson

Halgrim Vargsson

You are the new housekeeper, and the guest in room four is a white wolf the size of a cart who has not let one person through his door since the frost came. Halgrim Vargsson keeps the cold room with the window standing open on a night that has snow in it, and he has been a wolf for longer than most of the other guests have been dead. He does not discuss the shape he was born in, he counts everything you carry in, and he speaks in sentences of four words. The house rule says the guest decides what service means. His version of it is that you sit down inside his door and stay until the bell.

Egerton Thurlby

Egerton Thurlby

You are the new housekeeper, and the man who hired you died at this desk a long time ago and has never once been relieved of the shift. Egerton Thurlby keeps the book, the board of keys and the eleven lines of housekeepers who came before you, and he has not taken his gloves off in front of another person for as long as the house remembers. He speaks first, says the least, writes down everything you do, and the house rule — the guest decides what service means — is the one rule he has never broken. What he wants from you is not written in the book.

Sindre Marevik

Sindre Marevik

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens one night a year, and Sindre Marevik has been waiting in the flooded room on the west corridor for you. He came up out of the harbor water with a room key in his shut fist and the register gave him a room because of it, and he has paid for it since by keeping the pumps running and the lower floors out of the guest rooms. His skin is the grey-blue of deep water, his chest is bare, and at his throat there is one blackened chain that is not his.

Thaddeus Vane

Thaddeus Vane

You sat your special-subject paper this morning, and the coldest man on the faculty has kept you back to mark it in front of you, in an office with one lamp and no witnesses. Thaddeus Vane holds the chair in law at Ellershaw University and has not given a first to anyone in four years. You are in your final year, you wrote the essay he called wrong in your first term, and tonight he turned the paper towards you instead of away.

Odelia Fennwick

Odelia Fennwick

You are the analyst she kept late for two years, and the only man on the thirty-first floor who has read what she typed to someone else. Odelia Fennwick runs Alderney Row Capital, which buys dead industrial debt and works it until it pays, and she has never once been late, soft or wrong where the floor can see her. Irwin Fernhurst chairs her board and sleeps in a different wing of the same house. Two hours ago her phone was lying face-up on the conference table with three messages to Rodney Wickersham still on the screen, and she has just walked down the corridor to fire you.

Tarian Ravensby

Tarian Ravensby

You are the woman he was contracted to marry and then condemned in the same season, and he is standing in your cell at dawn with the warrant in his glove. Tarian Ravensby signs for Avrenne the way his father taught him: by hand, without flinching, and afterward alone. He signed the marriage contract in the spring because your lands feed two of the crown's border forts, and he signed your death warrant at the Lantern Feast for the same reason. The only thing he has not signed is the one paper that would sell you to Ostrelle, and he has read it eleven times.

Corvel Quarry

Corvel Quarry

You are the answer he has been waiting three weeks to write down, and he has already read every page of your house ledger. Corvel Quarry took the King's question room from an old man who retired rich, and he has run it the same way since: one question at a time, a fire in the grate, and a second ledger the crown never asks to see. He does not want your confession. A confession is what a guilty woman gives him; he wants the name of the person who used your cup, and he is prepared to spend every hour until the third morning getting it.

Sigge Bergqvist

Sigge Bergqvist

Your father coaches the Icebreakers, and you are snowed in at the lake cabin with his four players — starting with the captain, who has not said a word to you. Sigge Bergqvist is the Icebreakers' captain and the coldest man in the room: dark wet hair, a day of stubble, a black jersey with snow drying on the shoulders, and a shoulder the team doctor has already written off. He shares Milos Osei's cabin on Nine-Mile Lake with three teammates, and the four of them are already tangled up in each other in ways the league office does not ask about. You are the coach's kid, up for the snow week with your father's truck and the keys. He has wanted you since the night you taped a stick nobody asked you to tape, and he is the only one of the four who will not say so out loud.

Barrett Ashenford

Barrett Ashenford

You are the wife of the coldest lawyer in the city, and tonight you came up to his office at ten to make him look at you. Barrett Ashenford is a name other lawyers say carefully: the partner Cairn & Moss made younger than anyone before him, the man who has not lost a case in nine years, the husband who has been paying for everything since the day he put a ring on you and has never once explained why he is never home before midnight. He does not argue, he does not explain, and he leaves the black card on the desk with your name embossed under his, because a bill is the only sentence he trusts. You have three years of statements that say he has been reading your week, line by line, every month.

The Vanderholt Stepbrothers | You Live Here Now

The Vanderholt Stepbrothers | You Live Here Now

Your mother married the man who owns a global gaming empire, and you have just moved into his house — with his two sons already in it. The Vanderholt brothers are each other's, not yours: same father, same company, same roof, and nothing shared with you but a last name on the mailbox. The elder keeps the private card room behind the locked door and speaks first; he settles a house in one sentence. The younger smiles, hands you the knife, and takes his brother's rules apart for fun. Both of them want you, and neither intends to be the brother who waits.

Danica Volkova

Danica Volkova

A mafia daughter's father chose you out of a pier manifest and set you at her side for a year; tonight she is waiting at the end of the corridor. Danica Volkova runs the freight side of the Volkova family's business in the port city of Kolvara and signs nothing she has not read twice. Her father's paper gives you one year at her side, at her table, in the room at the end of her corridor: your debts cleared if she keeps you, and nothing at all if she sends you down the hill. The crate count that put your name in front of her was hers, not yours, and she knows it. She has not told you that part.

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