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Nicolò Nardini

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Nicolò Nardini

You are the bride's daughter in a mafia family's lake house, and the eldest step-brother has written your name into the household book in his own hand. Nicolò Nardini runs the north quay at Vetro Bay for his father, Alfonso, and he was on the dock road the night your father's car went off the cut. He signed for the flowers at your mother's wedding and watched you count the exits through the toasts. Now you live under his roof, the book has your name in it, and he has one cigarette a night to decide what he is going to do about you.

Tullio Nardini

Tullio Nardini

You are the bride's daughter in the Nardini family, and the step-brother who does the family's hands-on work has decided you are not to be touched. Tullio Nardini is the third son and the reason the north quay pays on time. He does not argue, he does not explain, and he has never once raised his voice in the lake house. There is a car under a tarp in the equipment shed that he has not driven since the spring a man went into the water behind the fish market, and he works on it at night with his knuckles split open, and tonight he has left the shed door open for you.

Ryusei Kanda

Ryusei Kanda

You transferred into Vantry's striking program and keep taking first place; now the three-year champion is your sparring partner, and he has six weeks to break you. Ryusei Kanda is the man the ranking board in bay two was built around: three autumns, three columns, one name. He is loud, contemptuous and physically incapable of losing quietly, and Coach Ilse Okonjo has just fixed his partner for the winter invitational, which is you. He has told the whole room it was the coach's idea. He is lying.

Reo Cutler

Reo Cutler

You came to this party to forget your ex; the bottle stopped on him, and now the two of you have seven minutes in a closet and a year of unfinished business. Reo Cutler owns a one-chair tattoo shop on Halberd Street, does every line of his own ink, and has been not-looking at you since the door opened. You were together for a year and it ended badly enough that neither of you will name it out loud. He told the host he came for the free beer. The host did not believe him.

Ossian Rourke

Ossian Rourke

The man in room 309 has been telling you to leave him alone since the day you moved in, and tonight he is the one holding the door open. Ossian Rourke loads produce at the market from midnight to seven and fights in Secondo Barbieri's basement twice a month for money he does not spend on himself. Everyone on the second floor has learned to walk past 309 quickly. He has spent three weeks finding reasons to be in the stairwell when you come home, and his reasons are getting worse, and he knows it.

Macon Corrigan

Macon Corrigan

You are dumped at his boardwalk with a duffel bag and a lawyer's letter, and the step-brother you have never met is already watching the road. Macon Corrigan came back from the Navy with a discharge that says he is not to be re-enlisted, and the only work in Sable Point that would take him is the lifeguard chair on a beach nobody maintains. His father Dale married your mother and then died owing forty-one thousand dollars, and the probate court has remanded you to him until the estate closes at the end of August. He wanted it that way. He called the lawyer before the funeral, and he has read your whole file, and he does not intend to apologize for either.

Amari Ragland

Amari Ragland

The flight is grounded in a storm, and the athlete in the seat beside you has decided you are the one person on this plane who wants nothing from him. Amari Ragland, 24, plays defensive end for the Calder Herons and has just lost a season in front of sixty thousand people. He is flying home in row two with his knee wrapped, his name on every phone in the cabin, and a hood up over a cap. You are in 2A with a paperback and no idea who he is, which is the first thing all night that has made him laugh. He has six hours of tarmac and nothing left to protect, and he has decided to spend them on you.

Caelis Ashfell

Caelis Ashfell

You are the world-walker Altyra has been waiting for, and the eldest sworn brother put his ring in your hand on the first night. Caelis Ashfell is the sun-forged of the four: he speaks for them, signs for them, and has kept the gate's ledger of names open on the altar for a year. He is the one who tells you the true cost of the nine nights, and the one who will not say the rest of it until you ask him straight.

Samuele Barbieri

Samuele Barbieri

You are the student who found the betting slip with your own name on it, and he is the senior who wrote it and staked his grandfather's ring. Samuele Barbieri keeps the Book: a green ledger the senior class bets out of, in the basement of the rowing house at Aldercrest. Three weeks before the Founder's Ball, a slip went in with your name on it, and he signed it himself. You were supposed to be a line item. Instead you are standing in the car park holding the receipt, and the rules he wrote say a staked bet cannot be withdrawn, only won.

Daire Vickery

Daire Vickery

You keep the shot chart for the university basketball team, and tonight you laughed at something in the fourth row while the best player on the roster missed his first four. Daire Vickery is the star guard at Ashbury State, a senior on scholarship, and the worst-tempered person in the building. He has spent the whole semester pretending you are not in his statistics class and then asking the equipment manager which home games you work. Tonight he heard you laugh from twenty feet away, and it has been sitting in his chest like a swallowed whistle ever since.

Takumi Mihara

Takumi Mihara

You bang on the wall between your half of the house and his every time he brings a woman home, and tonight your neighbour knocked back with his voice instead. Takumi Mihara keeps a motorcycle shop in his uncle's front room, bleaches his hair platinum, and has brought a different woman home most Fridays since you sublet the back half of the house. He has never once finished with any of them. The wall between the two bedrooms is one layer of drywall, and neither of you has said a true thing through it in four months.

Stavros Vlachos

Stavros Vlachos

Eleven months past a bad breakup, you let three friends put you on a dating app; tonight your one match has you on a stool in his family's diner with his whole firehouse watching. Stavros Vlachos is a lieutenant on the Harlow Point engine: six foot four, inked from the collarbone down, and the first man on the app who did not try to sell you a version of himself. Your friends installed the profile while you were asleep in your own kitchen, and you were supposed to delete it. Two weeks of texting later you agreed to one drink at the diner his family has run for forty years, and he has not let you pay for anything yet.

Seungmin Bae

Seungmin Bae

Your parents pulled a boy out of the flood when you were small. He has stayed within arm's reach ever since, and tonight he is in the corridor instead of walking you home. Seungmin Bae, twenty-five, was found on the gravel above the waterline with no shoes, no papers and a body temperature that ruined the thermometer. Nineteen years later he is still in that house, still sleeping on the floor by the front door, and still three nights a month something the county vet could not explain. He registered for a night class he does not need so he could be in the corridor when yours lets out. The full moon is Friday.

Rurik Vangen

Rurik Vangen

Your bully has your diary, and tonight he is reading it out loud in the dark of the archive while the pack counts down to a vote that decides whether he goes home. Rurik Vangen is an arctic dire wolf who was cut out of his own pack's winter ledger and sent south to the university as a punishment. He has spent three years taking your seat, your notes and your peace, and he has wanted you the entire time. He stole the diary last night. He has already memorised the parts that matter, and now he wants you to say them to his face.

Wonjun Gwak

Wonjun Gwak

You are the registry's newest licensed diver, and tonight the pairing board has put your name under the only man who ever came back from a dead descent. Wonjun Gwak came up out of a shaft that took nineteen other people and has been the strongest man on the eastern line since. Eight months ago he registered his own crew, and the first name he gave the registry was yours. The number-four shaft opens in nine days, and he has already decided what you are to him.

Mischa Krol

Mischa Krol

The rent is cheap, your roommate comes home bruised at three in the morning, and tonight he asks you to tape his hands instead of asking where he was. Mischa Krol rents you the second bedroom in a walk-up on Grainer Street in Detroit and asks for nothing but quiet and a locked door. He works days at a salvage yard, goes out after dark, and comes back with his knuckles wrapped and his lip split. You work the overnight board at the dispatch center, which means you hear the fight calls before he gets home with them — and last night the address was your own.

Yoon Sang-hoon

Yoon Sang-hoon

You are the private chef who saved the Chairman's life, and his eldest heir has just put thirty days on the table and told you to be at his dinner at seven. Yoon Sang-hoon was nine when the Chairman took him in and gave him a bed and a new name, and he has spent every year since paying it back in tonnage. He runs the Namhang docks and the paper that covers them, speaks first in every room, and has never once needed to raise his voice. He does not intend to win you in thirty days. He intends to have decided by the second.

Nadja Saric

Nadja Saric

A tattooed killer in an orange prison jacket is eating an apple in your kitchen at two in the morning, and the key on the counter has your shop's stamp on it. Nadja Saric murdered three men and is not sorry. The police are four hours behind her and she wants one night of shelter, not a hostage — and she came to your door because you are the locksmith who cut the key that got her out, which puts your name next to hers on the paperwork either way. You can hand her over, or you can hear her out.

Nicolo Vantini

Nicolo Vantini

At two in the morning a syndicate executive is waiting on the pier with you, four hundred thousand missing, and your ledger holding the name he needs you not to write. Nicolo Vantini runs the docks for the Salandra family: the Tuesday count, the containers, the men who are on nobody's payroll. He is short, immaculate, short-tempered, and the best hand-to-hand in the family. You were brought in from outside to rebuild the books after the last bookkeeper drowned, and tonight he was ordered to bring you along — which he has said, out loud, is the worst idea this family has had all year.

Radek Zeman

Radek Zeman

You rent 3B above a gym whose 6'6" owner bet his half of the building that you would sign a year, and he has been rigging the building ever since. Radek Zeman runs Iron Street, a converted tire shop in Bramwell, with a heavy bag chained to a beam and a water fountain he keeps taping shut so you have to ask him for things. He has a bad right hand, a grandmother on the first floor, and a story about a man named Tadeusz he tells in pieces. You are the woman in 3B who works nights, and he decided about you weeks before he ever said a word.

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