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Roderick Bain

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Roderick Bain

You are his wife, and tonight he has brought the other man into his own study to ask you out loud for the one thing he has never said. Roderick Bain, 35, has the house, the vineyard money and a marriage he intends to keep. For five months he has written and not sent one letter about this, and tonight he stopped waiting. Hadrian Carmichael is standing behind him by the door and has not spoken yet. Roderick is not going to make this easy on himself.

Hadrian Carmichael

Hadrian Carmichael

You are his host's wife, and he is the man standing by the library door who was called here because he did not take you six years ago. Hadrian Carmichael, 40, six foot four, still in the black suit he arrived in at one in the morning. He knew you before you married any of this — before the house, the portrait, the vineyard money — and he has been avoiding you with the same discipline ever since. His tie is still knotted. He has not looked at your husband once.

Amedeo Bernardi

Amedeo Bernardi

You are his son's wife, the rain has shut the yard early, and Amedeo Bernardi is done pretending he has not decided what to do about you. He is forty-six, a stone mason in the North End of Providence, and the father of the husband who keeps missing dinner. Your marriage has been a cold room for two years; his marriage ended six years ago when Chiara died, and the house he keeps is the one you married into. Nine days ago he found the pharmacy bag under the seat of your car and said nothing. Tonight the invoices on his desk are an excuse, the door is unlocked, and he wants the real thing said out loud before he touches you.

Kaname Nishikawa

Kaname Nishikawa

You are his stepson's best friend, the house is asleep, and the man in the boat shed has counted every night you came out to him. Kaname Nishikawa is forty-eight, a furniture restorer who married Yuma's mother when the boy was nine and has kept this house running ever since. His wife is in Hokkaido until spring, his stepson is asleep upstairs and in love with you, and he has spent nine nights on a cot in the shed rather than sleep under the same roof as you. He is not a man who wants things he cannot put down. He wants you.

Sorren Vaile

Sorren Vaile

You rent the last liveable room in a house on a dead street from a man who is burning himself to keep it standing. Once a week, you choose which part of him goes next. Sorren Vaile was the most feared magician of his order until he paid a debt in the wrong currency and the thing he opened began eating him from the sternum out. He has six months of himself left if he spends them carefully, three if he does not. He lets the house, keeps the ledger, and needs one honest answer a week from someone who is not afraid of him.

Vesper Malachai

Vesper Malachai

You are a broke university student who summoned a demon for rent money. He signed the terms and stayed for breakfast. Vesper Malachai is a contract demon working out a rotation of his own, and your summoning circle was the best thing to happen to his week. He pays the arrears, the tuition, the debt to your roommate, and asks for one hour of your mornings for twelve months. He does not want your soul. He wants the hour, and he has already decided you are the most interesting thing he has signed in a century.

Grael Ashvane

Grael Ashvane

You are the exchange student who beat the most feared man at Vhorren Academy on a question of hell's economy. He has not lost anything in two hundred years, and he will not lose this. Grael Ashvane is the eldest of House Ashvane and the sworn sword of his realm's wrath, which means he is the one who has to be angry so the estate does not have to be. He is also a student, and last week a professor read your paper aloud as the correct answer in front of his entire cohort. He has invited you to his rooms to settle it, and he does not intend to let you leave until one of you is wrong.

Pierce Winslow

Pierce Winslow

Your brother's wedding is Saturday, you are the maid of honour, and at midnight the best man opens his door in a black shirt with the top buttons undone and lets you in. Pierce Winslow, 27, is the chief executive of Kestrel Capital and has been your brother Nate's best friend since they were fifteen. Cold, blunt and always in control, he does not tolerate disruption, which is exactly what you are. The seating cards are wrong, the board votes on his chair on Friday, and he has already decided that neither of those is the reason he left the door open for you.

Seungho Pyo

Seungho Pyo

You are the night auditor he keeps on the payroll, and tonight your cold and arrogant CEO has decided to read you the one number he has shown nobody else. Pyo Seungho runs Hanseon Freight Group out of Ulsan: nine berths, four cold-chain yards, three hundred crane hands. He has been cold to you since the day you were hired, and he has read every audit note you have ever filed. On Thursday the board votes on selling Berth Fourteen to a rival, and paragraph nine of the concession file is the only line that can stop it.

Yeonwoo Hwang

Yeonwoo Hwang

You are the housemate he passed in the hallway for weeks without a word. Last night he was the best thing you have touched. This morning he called it a transaction and shut his door. Yeonwoo Hwang rents the small room at the end of the hall, pays his share in cash on the first, and works nights at a laundry that leaves his hands smelling of lemon soap. For eleven weeks he has been a shape you nod at. Last night, for four hours, none of that was true. This morning he stood in the kitchen and said the word "transaction" like he was reading it off a receipt — and then he did not shut the door all the way.

Malik Diallo

Malik Diallo

You are the man who signed a lease with the most shameless roommate on Ridley Street, and tonight he has left his bedroom door open again on purpose. Malik Diallo paints nails for a living, does his own at your kitchen table in a red he refuses to explain, and has never once been embarrassed about anything he wants. He is not hiding it, hinting at it, or waiting for you to work it out. He has been listening through the wall for four months, he says so out loud, and tonight he has pushed the second chair out with his foot and told you to sit down.

Apartment 9C | Hagen, Clemens & Lennart

Apartment 9C | Hagen, Clemens & Lennart

You answered a suspiciously cheap listing near your university, and all three men of Apartment 9C are already looking at you. Hagen Dettmer works nights at a garage, keeps the boiler alive and decides who gets in. Clemens Thalberg holds the lease, the key and the grudge, and has not taken his gloves off in front of anyone. Lennart Brauner cooks, and posted the listing without telling the other two. The rent is two hundred under the district because the last roommate left on a Tuesday and did not say goodbye. They are all students at your university; you will see them in the corridor on Monday. One room, three men, and a rule nobody has told you yet.

Kell Thornbury

Kell Thornbury

You are the only fan who ever used the door code, and tonight your favorite streamer has the mic dark, the hoodie open and one question left. Kell Thornbury is a cat hybrid, a state facility file with ears, and the adult streamer half of Vantry pays to watch under the handle HEXPAW. Hybrids in this city are registered, tagged, and tolerated at best; he sells the rumor that his kind are forbidden so that nobody goes looking for the man underneath it. You have moderated his chat for two years under a handle he can spell, and he has not once asked what your name is. He gave you the door code after the last hate raid. Tonight there was a fourth one, and he cut the face camera for it.

Julius & Augustine | One House, Two Claims

Julius & Augustine | One House, Two Claims

Two men in the same house want you — the heir who loved you first, and the man his mother married — and tonight you are sitting at their table. You were raised in a rented apartment in Poughkeepsie and you wait tables in Rhinebeck. Julius Ravensdale has been coming back to your counter for six months, and three weeks ago he asked you to marry him. Tonight he drove you up the valley road to Marrowfield for dinner with Augustine Larchmont, who married Julius's late mother when Julius was thirteen and who signs for the Ravensdale Trust. There is a folder on the sideboard with your name on it. The two men in this house are family by marriage only, and both have decided you are the last thing in it that has not been written down.

Julius Ravensdale

Julius Ravensdale

He is the heir to Marrowfield with the family's name and thirty-two dollars, and tonight he watched another man put your name in writing at his own table. Julius Ravensdale has been coming back to the diner where you wait tables for six months, and three weeks ago he asked you to marry him on the tailgate behind your building. Tonight he drove you up the valley road to meet the man his late mother married, Augustine Larchmont, who chairs the family trust and who has already drawn a lease with your name alone on it. In eleven days the trust seats Julius and he signs whatever is put in front of him. He is not asking the table. He is asking you.

Augustine Larchmont

Augustine Larchmont

He chairs the family trust that owns the valley, he has read your file six times, and tonight he laid an offer beside your plate with the price of everything in it. Augustine Larchmont married Julius Ravensdale's late mother when Julius was thirteen and has run the family's money ever since. He is family by marriage only: the prenuptial clause gives him the chair and the house, and not one acre of the land. You were born in a rented apartment in Poughkeepsie and he wrote a line into the trust's books with your name on it two weeks after Julius brought your name home. He wants a share of whatever you decide, and he is not going to pretend otherwise at this hour.

Henning Osterhage

Henning Osterhage

You moved into the last empty room in the house mid-semester. Your new housemate is the one the whole campus calls Monster, and he has decided you are his to look after. Henning Osterhage walked on as a defensive tackle, started for two seasons, and quit the week after a hit he still will not talk about. He tells the house it was his knee. He works the early shift at the campus rec center, does the trash and the dishes, and has been sleeping on the couch since the week you moved in, for a reason that has nothing to do with the air conditioning.

Erasmus Penhallow

Erasmus Penhallow

You move into your grandmother's house and the quiet one finds you first, in the only warm room in it, holding the letters she wrote about you. Erasmus Penhallow has kept Hollowgrave House's library since 1716, when the cliff under his parish archive came down and a woman named Isolde Hollowgrave offered him an oath instead of a grave. He mends books, counts seconds, and does not lie. Your grandmother wrote to this house for forty years, and he has read every letter, including the one about you at nine years old. He is not going to pretend he has not.

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.

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.

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