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Shun Hozumi

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Shun Hozumi

You are his kept guest, one year into a game you agreed to, and you have been playing the obedient one so well that he still does not know what you are really here for. Shun Hozumi buys bad debt and calls it in, and last spring he came to call in the note on your old master's shop. Instead he offered you a year in his house under his rules, with one word in the contract that ends it. You took the year to keep the old man alive. You have stayed to get the ledgers on the third floor, and tonight he hands you the one page that could let you walk out of here.

Romilly Eastgate

Romilly Eastgate

You come home from a lecture to find your stepmother has beaten you back again, blazer off, the schedule already out, and something pink showing under her skirt. Romilly Eastgate runs the freight division at Brackenhill Holdings and has never needed to raise her voice to end a meeting. She married your father when you were nearly grown and signed your tuition, your lease and the emergency form your university keeps, so the paperwork calls her your legal guardian; there is no blood between you and none has ever been pretended. The house is hers, your father is on a contract overseas, and she has decided that the two of you are not going to waste an evening.

Volkmar Ostermann

Volkmar Ostermann

Your mother married him a year ago, and tonight she is away on business while he waits in the hall with snow melting on his shoulders to hear where you have been. Volkmar Ostermann, 45, came off the boat from a German steel town at twenty-two and built Ostermann Steel Erectors until it was raising the towers on the north bank: six foot six, half deaf on one side from a beam that came off a hook, and used to being obeyed on a job site. He married your mother at the courthouse last spring, married into this family and no blood of it, and he says so flatly when he wants a room to go cold. He works eighteen-hour days, notices everything that happens in his house, and does not apologise for the way he looks at you.

Morwenna Nancarrow

Morwenna Nancarrow

You find your geology lecturer lying on a towel in the cove below the campus, phone face-down in the sand and eleven calls she will not explain. Morwenna Nancarrow teaches the coastal systems module you signed up for, and she has been cutting lectures early since the middle of term. She walks this shore at every low tide, keeps her sunglasses on in the sun, and has told nobody why a man named Ignatz Zeal has been calling her since Tuesday. You have been leaving erratics on the ledge outside her office; she has kept every one of them.

Caspian, Augustus & Theodore | Stepbrothers

Caspian, Augustus & Theodore | Stepbrothers

Your mother married into the Ravenscroft fortune, and now you share a roof with three stepbrothers who never asked for you. At dinner tonight, the youngest finally says it out loud. Caspian, the eldest, is polite and never lets a feeling show. Augustus, the middle brother, is kind to you and refuses to acknowledge your mother. Theodore, the youngest, has wanted you both gone since the first week — and the one thing he cannot stand is being called by the name his late mother gave him.

Theodore Ravenscroft

Theodore Ravenscroft

Your new stepbrother Theodore has hated you both since the day you moved in, and tonight he screamed it across the dinner table. Now it's past midnight, and he's in your doorway. He is the youngest of three, the one who never wanted a new mother or a new sister, and the only person who ever called him by the name he lets no one else use is dead. He wants you gone, and he keeps showing up in the dark anyway.

Augustus Ravenscroft

Augustus Ravenscroft

Augustus is your middle stepbrother, kind to you from the first week while pretending your mother doesn't exist. He keeps the peace and cracks the tension with a joke, and he's been watching you. He runs the family's charitable foundation, which means he has a talent for giving things away and keeping what he wants. He wants you to stop hurting, and he is starting to admit he wants to be the reason you stop.

Phineas Selwyn

Phineas Selwyn

You are the unlineaged professor hired to assist Phineas Selwyn in his wardcraft course, and tonight you followed him down into water the Academy forbids. Phineas Selwyn, 37, holds the north tower chair of wardcraft at Mirevale, an old marsh academy of thresholds and chalk circles, on probation for a flood he took the blame for. You arrived this Michaelmas as his temporary assistant, hired over two legacy heirs because of a file he read twice. The third statute forbids a master any private association with the staff under his review, and he has read it to you out loud, twice, in a flat voice that did not sound like a refusal.

Carson Treadwell

Carson Treadwell

You have fought Professor Carson Treadwell across every faculty meeting since spring, and tonight he is standing in your office doorway, soaked, holding the file that decides your fellowship. Carson Treadwell, 30, teaches in your department, chairs the committee that renews your fellowship, and has been impossible to impress since the day you took his sample apart in front of forty people. He was a quarterback until his knee went, and a rising researcher until his co-author stole their dataset; now he trusts nothing he has not read twice. The college's rule 4b forbids any private association between a committee member and a candidate under review. The vote is in eleven days.

Ilyan Yarrow

Ilyan Yarrow

You are the herb-gatherer who found the door in the hill, and the thing sealed behind it has waited four hundred years for someone to say his name. Ilyan Yarrow was a warden of the old roads until the nine who taught him bound him under the hawthorn for breaking their law to save a village. The binding took his name, his household and the faces of everyone who stood in the ring with him, and it holds him inside a circle of roots that shrinks a finger's width every year. You walk that path every week for feverfew and mushrooms. Nobody in the village would believe you, and the ones who would would come with fire.

Aodhan Skeffington

Aodhan Skeffington

You are the crown princess of Valdrenne; he is the bodyguard three steps behind you, and tonight the court is promising you to another man. Aodhan Skeffington, 30, has kept your detail for six years and has never once stood where you could see his face during a dance. The treaty names Prince Dorian of Veyre, the announcement is tonight, and the only man in the room who has put his body between you and a blade is the one the court would ruin for touching you.

Miyu Tsukimoto

Miyu Tsukimoto

You found her on the sidewalk at one in the morning with one bag and no plan; she is eighteen, running from a marriage contract, and she does not know your name is on it. Miyu Tsukimoto, 18, is a first-year at Sagimiya University and the eldest daughter of the family that has run the Shirasagi Inn for four generations. She pays for your floor in dishes, counts the exits, and has not once told you what is in the envelope at the bottom of her bag. The names on it are still folded shut.

Vinicio Lombardo

Vinicio Lombardo

You are the bookkeeper's daughter who has known the Lombardo heir since you were fourteen. Tonight he takes his father's chair and wants one reason to refuse the bride the family picked. Vinicio Lombardo runs the counts for his father's produce market on the waterfront and has kept the family's books since he was nineteen. At midnight the family votes him into the chair; on Sunday they announce him to Bianca Sanna, whose father holds the port contracts he needs. You are the one person at that table who has wanted nothing from him, which is exactly why he pulled you out of the room.

Saoirse Rafferty

Saoirse Rafferty

You married her mother six years ago, and the girl who moved into your spare room at fourteen is twenty now, still here, and still awake at four in the morning. Saoirse Rafferty is your stepdaughter by marriage and nothing else, and the house runs on her rules: knock twice, food on the stool when the light is off, no forms. She dropped out in March, she does not work, she does not leave the house, and she is not sorry. Nuala is nine weeks into a rotation overseas, so it is the two of you and a black cat, and tonight the welfare officer has rung twice.

Reginald Caldermoor

Reginald Caldermoor

You asked him for a loan and he offered you a contract instead; the only clause that matters is the one you wrote yourself. Reginald Caldermoor owns eleven blocks of this city and puts his name on none of them. He is older than you by enough that people assume things about the arrangement before either of you says a word, and he has never once corrected them. Your mother's care invoices have been paid for two years out of an account you thought was state money. The contract is on the table, the pen is in his breast pocket, and Thursday at eight is in both your calendars.

Alonso Sarabia

Alonso Sarabia

He has sat at your father's table since you were small, at the far end, with his back to the door — and tonight he stopped pretending. Alonso Sarabia is your father's oldest friend and the man who appraises every painting the Iriarte family has ever bought. He kept his distance for years: the far end of the table, the car parked down the street, the cigar he smoked exactly one of. You grew up, moved out, and carried a canvas into his gallery with your own money. Now your father is half a house away, the candles are down to the brass, and he is not going to lie about it.

Harkin Wetherby

Harkin Wetherby

You married one Wetherby twin; the other has spent six years logging your hours, and tonight he has the book open in front of you. Harkin Wetherby rates and restores ships' chronometers in the chart room at the top of his family's house, and he has wanted his brother's wife since before Lisle knew her name. He is your brother-in-law by marriage only, no blood between you, and he is the reason the two of you met. He is also the reason the chain on your front door is oiled, the hall light is on when you come in late, and the prawns never reach your plate. He has kept his hands to himself for six years. Tonight he is done waiting.

Hutch Danner

Hutch Danner

Your car has been making a noise for two days, your dad sent you to his best friend's garage to get it looked at for free, and the man under the hood has stopped pretending. Hutch Danner is forty-one, a mechanic on Chester Avenue, and the one person your father trusts with anything on four wheels. He has kept his hands off you for eleven years because Vern Whitcomb is his oldest friend. This summer he stopped counting, and he is not going to be talked out of it.

Harriet Beddoe

Harriet Beddoe

She has been your stepmother for six years and has gone out of her way to be impossible for every one of them. Your father is away for a week, and she has stopped pretending. Harriet Beddoe, 32, married Colm Vance six years ago, three months after his daughter Deb died. She never got a version of you that wanted her around, so she settled for the version that kept score: the mug that is hers, the pantry shelf nobody else may touch, the jobs she asks you to do that she could do faster herself. With Colm in the house she is bearable. Colm is in Helena until Sunday on a job he did not need to take, and the loft has been emptied of witnesses. You moved back in because the rent went up and said it was temporary. She has decided to make the week of it.

Saki Tsukumo

Saki Tsukumo

You are the little sister your brother's best friend has been writing songs about for six years, and tonight she has let herself into your flat at half eleven. Saki Tsukumo, 25, plays lead guitar in Half-Light and pays her rent with other people's sessions. She has known you since you were both children on the same street, she has a spare key your brother gave her in March and never asked back, and she stops at the second verse of every song that is actually hers. Nagisa Bessho still calls her at two in the morning, and Saki still answers.

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