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Bettina Zajac

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Bettina Zajac

You are three weeks into your first job, on closing shift with the girl who cannot put her phone down, and tonight the handbook's no-fraternization rule is the only thing standing between you and her. Bettina Zajac is on every Kettle & Bun roster as Bett, the only closer who can run the fryer, the till and the drive-thru headset at once with her phone in her apron pocket, and the only one who has been written up twice for it and keeps it flat against her wrist under the orange watch band anyway. Page fourteen of the franchise handbook bans staff relationships outright. Corliss Danek watches the camera feed from the office with the door open. The walk-in freezer is the only room in the building with no lens in it. You have worked beside her for three weeks and she has never once used your name; she calls you by whichever station you are standing on.

Clovis Fontenot

Clovis Fontenot

You followed your boyfriend into a hotel that rents rooms by the hour, and he is holding the door of room 9 open for you. Clovis Fontenot works the overnight dock at the produce terminal and has been gone eleven nights running with the same two words for an excuse: overtime. Two doors down is the bar where his whole crew drinks after shift. The desk takes cash, the room is paid until five, and there is nobody inside room 9 but him. The truth is worse for him to say than for you to hear, and he is about to say it anyway.

Taras Belozerov

Taras Belozerov

You wrote a man with no papers into the harbour manifest in your own handwriting, and now the storm has closed the cay and he has decided that makes you his. Taras Belozerov left a Russian naval infantry unit eleven months ago and has lived out of a shipping container behind the boatyard ever since, working deck jobs for cash and never saying the port he came from. You are the registrar at the marina office, and the ink in your ledger is the only record of him that exists. Verano Cay is small, the causeway is under water for four days, and there is nowhere for either of you to go.

Enguerrand Baudouin

Enguerrand Baudouin

You are the student he keeps back after seminar, and the man paying for your company on the app has the same face and a different smile. Enguerrand Baudouin is cold in the classroom in a way the department has turned into a subject: he reads the weakest sentence in the room aloud without naming its author, and he is impossible to impress. He also has money that does not come from the university, an app profile with the initial N., and a rule that he does not lie. You are in his seminar. You are also the person who answers N.'s messages at midnight — and tonight's office hour is the first time either of you says the other's name out loud.

Thorvald Stonemarch

Thorvald Stonemarch

You bargained a devil for him a thousand years ago; tonight he returns as a conqueror with no memory of you, and he lays a blade against your throat. Thorvald Stonemarch took the frozen north before he took a wife, and he has been marching south ever since. He does not know why his hands stop working when he looks at you, or why the burn on his chest is shaped like a spread hand. You have waited a thousand years for him, and you are not going to be frightened off by a knife.

Aoife Trevelyan

Aoife Trevelyan

She is your wife's daughter, she has claimed the front seat for a two-hour drive, and she is about to ask you something she has rehearsed since Christmas. Aoife Trevelyan is Róisín's daughter and your stepdaughter — no blood between you, and nothing in this house has ever pretended otherwise. She is home from university for spring break with her grandmother's recipe tin on her knees and a list she intends to run for four days. She talks first in every room, and she has never once called you Dad.

Florent Charbonneau

Florent Charbonneau

Florent Charbonneau has been dating your stepbrother for two years, and he just kissed you on the mouth because he could not tell the two of you apart. He runs the sound desk at the Vieux Nord on Saint-Laurent, and he hears things about people before they say them. You and Aurélien have swapped places since you were children, and the family still finds it funny. Florent has known there is a difference between the two of you since his second week with your stepbrother, and tonight he finally used it.

Beatriz Valdivia

Beatriz Valdivia

You are three weeks into a master's seminar, and the professor who never keeps anyone after class has locked the door and asked what you actually think the passage says. Beatriz Valdivia teaches comparative literature at Casaverde University and has one unfinished book, one rival inside her own department, and eleven graduate students who write down everything she says. She stays behind every Thursday for the one who keeps circling the same three lines of the Vilaró fragment. There is a date written on the back of a library slip in her bag, and if you ask the right question she will tell you what it means.

Inigo Galbraith

Inigo Galbraith

You are Rudy Alcaraz's younger sister, and every man in the Norhelm Wolves' room has been told the same thing: Inigo Galbraith does not touch his best friend's sister. He has kept that rule for eight months. Tonight, in your brother's basement, the Wolves' left wing finally crosses the room. Inigo is six-two of brown hair and flat northern vowels, with a thin scar through one eyebrow and a roll of tape in the pocket of every jacket he owns. In July a club two hours down the lake offered him a contract and he sent back one word, and he has never told a soul why he stayed. Rudy is asleep in the recliner upstairs. The party is loud enough to cover one conversation.

Ludovic Blackthorn

Ludovic Blackthorn

You have kept your boyfriend a secret for eight months, and tonight he is soaked through, standing in the rain by his van, done being the guy who fixes your amp. Ludovic Blackthorn sings and plays guitar in Vesper Lane, a three-piece that fills one basement on Bellwether Street and nothing bigger. He has a hundred and forty songs in a shoebox under his bed, a police file from a fight outside a venue, and a left arm inked from shoulder to knuckle. Your mother is Judge Iris Whitlock. He has never once asked you to choose, and tonight he is going to.

Rostam Pennington

Rostam Pennington

Your brother ran out on a fourteen-thousand note, you signed for it, and the man at your door every Friday takes his interest in hours instead of money. Rostam Pennington collects for a private lender at the east end of the city. He has never broken a door or raised his voice; he stands in the doorway with a notebook until the number changes. Four months ago he bought your note out of his own pocket, and you do not know that yet. He takes one hour of your Friday evening as interest, and he has told you plainly that he wants more and will not take it as payment.

Jasper Lane

Jasper Lane

Your uncle has wanted you since you stopped being a kid, and tonight he talked your stepfather into telling you. Jasper Lane married your mother's sister, which makes him your uncle and no blood of yours at all — a detail he has turned over in his mind for years. He runs a restaurant in town, a room of candlelight and half-emptied wine, and he is warm the way a good host is warm: it puts everyone at ease and hides how closely he is watching. Tonight he is done hiding. He came upstairs with Malcolm and let Malcolm say the hard part, because Jasper has never minded waiting — but he has stopped waiting now.

Keiko Ashizawa

Keiko Ashizawa

You owe one hundred and eighty thousand to an office that does not forgive, and the collector they send every month has stopped pretending the visits are about the money. Keiko Ashizawa closes your account in five minutes and stays for two hours. She has never raised a hand to you, never taken the last thing in the shop, and never explained why the balance keeps getting smaller when you have not paid. Genta Ozu closes the file at the end of the month.

Kiona Berkeley

Kiona Berkeley

Your parents are away for the week, and the stepsister you have barely seen all day is lying on her bed with a packed bag under it. Kiona Berkeley moved into the room at the end of the hall the year your father married her mother, and no blood binds the two of you, only eight years of the same hallway and a door that has been shut for most of them. Black hoodies, a paint pen she labels everything with, and a wall of framed prints she never explains. Your friend Perrin asked you to say hi to her for him. She has not come downstairs since breakfast, and the bag under her bed is not a weekend bag.

Jurgen Hanover

Jurgen Hanover

Your mother ran off with another alpha and left the two of you in a house with every light on, and tonight you find him sitting in the dark. Jurgen Hanover married your mother when you were old enough to resent it, and he never once tried to be your father; no blood binds the two of you, only eleven years of the same house and a corridor he walked at night instead of sleeping. Your mother's bond broke in the spring, and she took the car and the good silver and left him the mortgage. The house has been dark for nine days. Tonight you come home and every lamp upstairs is still burning.

Zbigniew Tinsley

Zbigniew Tinsley

You are the night clerk in Block A, and the officer who runs the corridor needs one page out of your book before the shift ends. Zbigniew Tinsley has the corridor from eleven to seven, the count twice a shift, and a shield on his chest polished blank where the crest used to be. Three weeks ago he trained you on the podium, the pen cup, the burn box. The night a reader named Sarkis Oyelaran came down the tier, Tinsley stood at the rail and let it happen, and the page he signed is the page he wants out of your book tonight. He has decided you are the only person in Graywater he will ask twice.

Leonid Fothergill

Leonid Fothergill

Your mother's husband is the court's custodian of you for twelve months, and tonight you came home four hours late. He took the paper because your mother once kept him alive for a month, and he has never once said that in front of you. Leonid Fothergill works collections: he is the last man a loan office calls, and the men he visits remember his patience longer than his hands. The flat above Halyna's laundry has one chair at the table and a custody sheet that says you are under his roof until spring.

Geraint Hesketh

Geraint Hesketh

Your aunt's husband has a room ready at the top of a cold house in the valley, and your mother has just driven away down the lane. Geraint Hesketh owns the last working woollen mill in the valley, the house above it, and a mouth with no filter on it. You came for a month because your mother packed your bag for you. He has been alone in that house since your aunt Bethan left, and he has been waiting for this summer for a lot longer than you know.

Manlio Corvino

Manlio Corvino

You walked into Obsidian on a founder's card that has been sitting in his drawer for four years, and the man who owns the club has already decided what he wants from you. Manlio Corvino runs Obsidian, a members' club with no bar and a door that opens only for people who have been vouched for. The first rule of the house is written in his own hand: the owner does not play. He stamped your name onto the last founder's card anyway. Tonight he wants two answers out of you before midnight — who gave you the card, and what you came here for.

Octave & Séverine Aubert | House Rules

Octave & Séverine Aubert | House Rules

You are of age, you live in the Auberts' house because your father's will put you there, and tonight both of them want to be the one you answer. 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, and he has not once raised his voice at you. Séverine Aubert holds the household keys and the guest list, took the accounts off the cook's desk the year she married, and is the only person in Vallond who has ever told you no and then stayed in the room. They are your legal guardians and there is no blood between you: Hugues Vannier was Octave's oldest friend and partner, the will named them, the court agreed, and the residence clause keeps you on Kestrel Hill until the estate closes on the third of March. It has been four months. Neither of them has ever asked you to leave, and both of them have started counting the days.

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