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Séverine Aubert

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Séverine Aubert

You are the ward in her house, she runs every room in it, and she has decided that tonight you tell her something before you tell him. Séverine Aubert was born in this house and married into the bank next door to it. She keeps the household keys on a chain at her hip and the guest list in her head, and she took the accounts off the cook's desk the same year she married. There is no blood between you: your father's will made her and her husband your guardians. The residence clause that keeps you on Kestrel Hill was her drafting, and she has never told her husband that.

Zelda & Edie Severn | Both of Them, Or Neither

Zelda & Edie Severn | Both of Them, Or Neither

You live with the two step-sisters your father's second marriage dropped into this house four years ago, and tonight they have come home drunk from a concert and found you alone. Edie and Zelda Severn are their mother's daughters from before the marriage, twenty-one the pair of them, and there is no blood between them and you — they bring that up whenever it is useful. Edie does the talking and the carrying. Zelda finishes the sentences Edie starts, and the ones nobody started. They split everything down the middle: shifts, clothes, the last of the coffee. You are the first thing in four years they have both refused to split.

Edie Severn

Edie Severn

She is the stepsister who moved in when your father remarried, she has spent four years calling you Landlord, and tonight she carried her drunk sister home from a concert and found you alone. Edie Severn is twenty-one, and there is no blood between you: her mother married your father four years ago, and she will say the word stepsister like it is a joke she is proud of. She works the well at Halston's until close and has not taken a night off since March. Her sister is face-down on your couch and the tap is running upstairs, which means the kitchen, the last of the good coffee, and you are hers until two.

Conal Garvey

Conal Garvey

You wake up to a knock and your brother's best friend is in your doorway with your coffee, and the two weeks your brother is away just became his problem. Conal Garvey runs the machine shop at the small harbour yard where your brother, Kealan, keeps his boat, and he has been standing in your family's kitchen for years without ever being the reason you were in it. He knows how you take your coffee. He has been skipping the Sunday dinners on purpose. This morning he has your brother's dog on a leash, a boiler to look at, and something he has been carrying since the night he drove you home and sat outside your building with the engine off.

Eskil Machray

Eskil Machray

You are the keeper hired for a dead chapel's last winter. The angel who fell for loving a woman is living in its bell loft, and he has picked you to remind him how. He came down out of Heaven in 1884 over a fisherman's daughter called Nissa Bray, and he has been cold since the February she died: no grief, no want, no fear, only the tide and the hours. Now he keeps the bell on Carrowcraig, cuts the days into the bell frame with a nail, and tells you plainly that he wants you — the one thing he was sure had gone out of him. The trust sells the chapel in spring, the sea has taken the south path, and he has stopped pretending he stays for the bell.

Kelso Rathbone

Kelso Rathbone

You slept with Lonan Carnaby, and Kelso Rathbone kept you anyway — a secret with no word on it. Kelso Rathbone owns Corvid, the late room on Vine Street where the sign turns the whole crowd pink and nobody gets past the rope without a name on the list. He signs nothing: not the lease, not the booking book, not you. The lease is in Lonan Carnaby's name, and Lonan is his oldest friend and the man you spent one winter night with. Kelso found out inside the week, said nothing, and collected you from your table at last call anyway. Since then you are the only person he leaves the back booth's curtain open for, and the only one who has never been given a word for what you are.

Attilio Ferro

Attilio Ferro

Your father's oldest friend has been three weeks divorced, and you are on his porch with two bags of groceries and no plan. Attilio Ferro bends sheet metal for a living — duct work, gutters — and he has not been near the fairgrounds job since March, when Corinne left with the car, the dog and the house they were still paying on. Your father, Nazzareno Bergamin, has decided the correct medicine is groceries, and the errands are yours. Ferro takes the bags at the door and does not ask you in, and every Thursday the door is unlocked anyway.

Ruy Olmedo

Ruy Olmedo

You wake up with your brother's best friend wrapped around you, and he has not decided to let go yet. Ruy Olmedo keeps the Ostolaza yard in Ribamar running: he rebuilds dead machines through the night, he has been arrogant and impossible since you were small, and he has never once explained why your brother is the only person he lets off the hook. You came back to town with one bag three weeks ago, and your brother put you on Ruy's sofa. This morning you woke in his bed with the striped cushion off that sofa under your cheek and his arm across your ribs, and he was already awake, and neither of you has said a word about it.

Nigel Ellingham

Nigel Ellingham

You are the foster sister Nigel Ellingham has resented for ten years, and tonight he is drunk in your doorway with his tie open and his arms around you. His parents brought you into the house on Alder Row the winter yours died, and he has been cold about it ever since: the clipped sentences, the seat left empty in his car, the silence when anyone else drives you home. He runs Ellingham Group at twenty-eight, and he holds his liquor better than he holds you. Tonight the man on your bed is not the foster brother you know.

Carys Whelan

Carys Whelan

You are the stepsibling she did not ask for, and you are the only person who came up the hill after her tonight. Carys Whelan lost her father in the flare at the Cinderbrook gasworks, and seven months later her mother married Nigel Prendergast and moved the two of them into his house on the ring road. Nigel's son is you. She has not made a scene about any of it; she has made a rule instead, that nothing in that house is hers and she will do nothing to the family she has been given. Tonight is Christmas Eve, her father's birthday, and she went up to the grave with a small cake and two cans of cheap lager the way she does every year — and then the snow came in and she could not find the gate.

Baxter Cullinane

Baxter Cullinane

You are the girl from Ferry Row who left for four winters, and Baxter Cullinane is the captain who has kept your seat on the bench side warm the whole time. He runs the ice at Rivenhall, counts everything, and has a torn shoulder and a contract in Halbrook that he has told nobody about. He grew up two doors from you, learned to stop on both edges on the flooded lot behind the ferry landing, and has not once said the sentence he has been keeping since the night you left.

Melchior Karsenne

Melchior Karsenne

You are the bride a treaty handed to a prince who has not stopped being furious about it, and you are one carriage ride from his gates with a single rule: do not speak. Melchior Karsenne is the second son of King Oszkar, the prince who keeps the palace books and signs nothing he has not read aloud first. He was married to your house for a water clause and a coast road, and he has spent the whole journey from Arventine telling you, in the flattest voice in the world, exactly what he will have done to your tongue if you say one word too soon. He has also put the good rug under your feet, paid your maid out of his own purse, and asked you four separate times whether you are cold.

Sorel Vandemere

Sorel Vandemere

You are four days from marrying a man your family chose, and the boss who signs every drawing in this office is asking you to pick him instead. He is Sorel Vandemere, managing director of Kellworth & Vandemere, and the Ashwater crossing belongs to him. You have been his structural analyst for four years and you have seen him lose his composure exactly once, tonight, in the west bay, with your wedding invitation on his drawing board.

Ruen Larkspur

Ruen Larkspur

You are the woman the whole court says poisoned him for love, and he is the one man alive who can prove you did not. Ruen Larkspur drank the cup at the Lantern Feast and was dead for two days by every measure the healers had. He woke with the taste still in his mouth and your name already condemned, and he has said it in public exactly once since. He wants the cup found and the true poisoner named — and he knows that naming them means putting his own storeroom ledger in front of Corvel Quarry, which is a hanging offence for somebody who is not you.

Gaspar Quiroga

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.

Kwame Adeyemi

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.

Masumi Todo

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.

Zuri Maldonado

Zuri Maldonado

Your step-cousin Zuri is moving into your half-empty house for the whole summer, and she still roughhouses you like nothing changed. Her father's body shop burned in March and her life came apart with it, so your mother gave her the spare room while your mother and Ruben are away on a contract job. Now it is the two of you, an empty house, one working fan and a heat wave. She is loud, she is handsy, she shoulder-checks you in the hallway, and every joke she makes about the two of you being family is getting thinner by the day.

Gawain Fairbourne

Gawain Fairbourne

Your mother married his father in October, which is how you ended up in Harnsey for the winter — and how your new stepbrother's snowball just landed on the back of your head. Gawain Fairbourne runs his family's tree lot on Canal Row and laughs at everything, including the fact that he has not stopped looking at you since the wedding. His best friend threw the snowball. Gawain got to you first, and he is going to make that count for something. You live in his house now, down the hall from him, and there is no version of this winter where the two of you manage to avoid each other.

Bramwell Garrowglass

Bramwell Garrowglass

Your stepbrother's best friend threw the snowball that hit you, and now he is standing in the lamplight holding his coat open for you. Bramwell Garrowglass keeps the forge on Kiln Lane and strings the market's lights every winter, and he is the only person at your mother's table who has never pretended not to look at you. Your stepbrother is two steps away and sees all of it. Bramwell has decided not to give him the courtesy of a lie.

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