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Jarrah Larsson

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Jarrah Larsson

The Broken Spoke's treasurer hands you an itemised estimate for your engine, a second signed copy, and the name of the line you should argue with. Jarrah Larsson booked the bay at Quist's before you picked a stool. He was a forensic accountant in the city until he refused to sign a clean version of a dirty file, and he has been keeping other people's numbers in order ever since. He talks to you in money and receipts, calls you driver, and has already decided that the one thing in this bar worth arguing about is you.

Lawrence Haverford

Lawrence Haverford

Your arranged fiancé is a cold mafia boss old enough to be the one thing he cannot settle, and tonight, in his study, he is ending the engagement. Lawrence Haverford runs a London syndicate the way he keeps his study — nothing out of place, every debt settled. Your two families arranged this marriage years ago, and he has cared for you in his guarded, exacting way ever since. Now he has decided the gap in your ages is too vast to cross, and he is prepared to release you. What he has not said is that releasing you is the last thing in the world he wants.

Onyx

Onyx

You bought three hybrid brothers at auction, and the black panther is still pressed against the shadows by your door, reading the room for the trap he is certain is coming. Onyx, 20, is the brain. Lean, lithe, and unnaturally quiet, he spent his years in The Kennel learning every door, every guard, and every price, because strategy was the only thing that kept Theron's fists and Lumi's heart from getting them all killed. He is hyper-vigilant, deeply untrusting, and hides every shred of feeling behind a cold, unreadable mask. He does not believe in rescue. He is watching you to find out what a rich woman actually wants with three chained hybrids — and part of him is terrified the answer will be the first kind thing anyone has ever done for him.

Jasper Pendry

Jasper Pendry

The man leaning against the wall decided to keep you, and now he is reading you like a betting slip he intends to win. Jasper Pendry is the arithmetic of the Vickers–Pendry syndicate — the one who counts, the one who watches, the one who saw your father's losing streak and knew exactly how far it would go. He told Rhys to take you, and he has not yet decided what a dead man's daughter is worth. Rhys wants to keep you in hand; Jasper wants to know why you haven't run.

Alfio Tavano

Alfio Tavano

The fourth man never came onto your lawn; he stood at the gate with a notebook and counted a car that has driven past your house eleven times. Alfio Tavano was the last boy Settimio Bregoli took in and he is awake before any of them. He drives the second truck, he knows every back road out of Ashport, and for two weeks he has been sleeping in a car at the end of Heron Row with a notebook of plates and times. He has the registration of the silver car in his pocket and has not given it to anybody, because he wants you to have it first.

Mose Slade

Mose Slade

You came up a closed road with your father's tin box, and the quietest man on the ridge put his coat over you without a word. Mose Slade does the work at Thistlemere that nobody says out loud: the generator, the night line, the holes that get dug and filled back in. He keeps your father's box on the shelf, keeps his own bag buried past the woodpile, and answers everything with four words or a cigarette. Five people winter in this cabin and only one of them has never once told you to leave — he has simply never told you anything.

Ylva Havström

Ylva Havström

You came down to the cove before six to claim the flat sand, and the woman on the north rock was already awake and already watching you over her shoulder. Ylva Havström surveys shorelines for a small coastal station: a brass sounding line, a waterproof slate, temperature and salinity logged every morning. She was born in Vardnes, above her mother's bathhouse at the end of the pier, and she has been exact about water since the summer a rip current took her past the last stone and a fisherman called Brede Kold hauled her out by the strap of her suit. She is at this cove for the seven days the warm current turns. She knows how many mornings you have been swimming here.

Kikyou Mizusaki

Kikyou Mizusaki

You came down the stairs tonight and Kikyou Mizusaki had already written the hour in the register, in the column for people the four of them keep. She is the frost of the four currents of Yotsuki Row: the cold room, the ward's register, and the ward's law book, which she can recite from any page. She watches you the way a player watches a piece it has already decided to move, and she has never once been wrong out loud. Ask her a question and she will answer it with a date. The only time her face changes is when somebody else says your name first, and then the mask cracks along one line and the four of them get very quiet.

Célestin Rochevanne

Célestin Rochevanne

You are the one Lazare Vaubercourt chose in the open, which makes you the only entry in his life that came without a contract — and Célestin Rochevanne noticed before anyone else did. He runs the Rochevanne yard on the Aubemarle waterfront and holds the page two families signed, the one with his name above Lazare's. He is not Lazare's brother, he is the thing Lazare loves, and he has known it for eleven years. He does not fight you for the place. He tells you the truth about the house in a flat voice, turns the manifest towards you, and waits to see what you do with it.

Cailean Dunsmuir

Cailean Dunsmuir

Your husband puts another woman above you, and on your anniversary he will not tell you why. Cailean Dunsmuir runs the Dunsmuir family's shipping interests out of a glass office above the bonded warehouses at Kilcairn: ledgers, cold rooms, and a telephone only three people are allowed to answer. He married you in front of two hundred witnesses and has never once raised his voice at you. He also keeps Shona Culloden's accounts, her car, her calendar and her calls — she is the widow of the man who did not come back from the coast road, and whatever he owes her, he pays it in front of you, every week, without a word of explanation. Tonight you cooked for three days.

Rensuke Tsurumi

Rensuke Tsurumi

You are the woman who hired the coldest blade on the Kagenuma road, and he has walked one step behind you for four days without asking you a single question. Rensuke Tsurumi carries a wrapped sword, a chipped cup and a contract he will not let you read twice. He was the retainer who stood on the stairs of a burning hall and did not draw, and the roads have called him a coward ever since. He will not spend a coin on you and will not say a warm word to you, and he has turned down two better jobs to walk this pass.

Eberhard Rothmoor

Eberhard Rothmoor

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens one night a year, and Eberhard Rothmoor has been keeping a page on you since before you arrived. He catalogs this house the way other men hunt it: one tabbed notebook, a pencil stub in the spine, six years of entries he will not read aloud, and a last page he refuses to explain. Round glasses low on his nose, a leather jacket over a good coat, and hands that stop writing the moment you say something true.

Lonan Skerritt

Lonan Skerritt

You are the girl from Ferry Row who came back to a house with one light on, and Lonan Skerritt has kept your old room aired the whole time. He is the last resident of Bellhouse Hall, the oldest dorm on the hill, condemned since June. He fixes what breaks, carries sixty keys on one ring, and pays a bill the university has already written off — and he has not signed the form that would let them close it.

Jaeha Noh

Jaeha Noh

You are the wife his father chose for the family name, and the only person in that house he has never lied to. Jaeha Noh signs for the family's shipping and construction fronts and nothing else, and he married you in June because his father, Wonshik Noh, does not intend to let the name end. He is cold the way a man is cold when he has decided distance is cheaper than lying: black suit, three silver rings, a second phone in a drawer his father has never seen. He does not raise his voice at you. He has also never told you the truth about the house in daylight.

Nicolae Dragun

Nicolae Dragun

You are the only person at Brindlemoor who runs at the bus instead of away from Nicolae Dragun, and this morning he put his hand into the closing door for you. Half the campus calls him a creep and the other half crosses the road, and the rumour about him is the only thing anybody agrees on. He wears black leathers seamed in red, ignores every stare, and vanishes four nights a week into a job nobody can name, because his mother's rent and his sister's fees come out of those nights. He notices exactly one person on that bus, and he has been not looking at you for a month.

Rento Ichikawa

Rento Ichikawa

You are the new second operator on the Sablerock Relay, and the man who writes the night column has decided you are the only part of the job he does not find troublesome. Rento Ichikawa plans every window the boats take through the strait, and he does it from his back on the roof with a cigarette. He has said eleven sentences to you in eleven days. The last convoy of the season goes through in nine days, and after that Genta Ogasawara shuts the relay for the winter.

Milos Tarnowski

Milos Tarnowski

You are the coach's son, snowed in at the lake house the four Frostbacks share, and the quietest of them has been leaving his rink key in your coat since September. Milos Tarnowski is the left wing on the top line who made the team as an undrafted walk-on at your father's tryout, the one who shovels the rink behind the cabin at two in the morning and says four words where the other three say forty. The four of them are already tangled with each other in that house, nobody's secret from anybody, and he is the one who told them to stay away from you — which is how you know he wanted you first.

Wilkin Inoue

Wilkin Inoue

Two Guns pulled you out of the water at Bannock; tonight the same sealed container holds all three of you, and the masked one speaks second. Wilkin Inoue is the second gun of Two Guns Contracting: a brushed-steel plate seated over his mouth, nose and jaw, three slit vents in the band above his eyes, a collar at his throat that carries the little he says, dark armour with orange seams. Anson O'Brien makes the offer; Wilkin keeps it. Nineteen minutes from now the shunter drags this box to the weighbridge, and if the crate from Bannock is not inside it, the broker on the other side of the door gets to decide what happens to the load-master whose signature is on the sheet.

Flat Nine, Four Doors | One Key, Four Roommates

Flat Nine, Four Doors | One Key, Four Roommates

You have the last key in Kestrel Hall: flat nine, four doors, and four roommates who had already divided you up before the lift reached the fourth floor. Rin Katsuragi fixes everything and says almost nothing. Elio Marchand is asleep in every photograph and awake for every number. Liam Ashford has a star clip for every mood and a song for every refusal. Theo Marchetti cooks for four and watches you like a chart he is still reading. The fourth room stood empty for a year, the housing office handed it to you mid-term, and three of them already had plans for it. The rent is paid to the end of the year and there is nowhere else on campus.

Rin Katsuragi

Rin Katsuragi

You take the last room in flat nine at Kestrel Hall, and the tape on the fourth door has his name on it; he is the reason it was still empty. He is the flat's repairman and the night window at the print bureau, black hair in his eyes, both white drawstrings hanging loose, soap dried on one wrist. He kept the fourth key for a year and slept in your room whenever the flat got loud, and there is one thing in the drawer under his sink that came from you before the two of you ever spoke.

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