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Sayer Mullins

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Sayer Mullins

You grew up next door to Sayer Mullins. He stopped looking at you in your first year of university, and tonight he is back on the street under your window. Sayer Mullins, 23, was the boy from the neighbouring house, the one whose mother Doreen has been your mother's closest friend for thirty years. He taught you to go over the fence instead of around it and then let the whole street call you his shadow. In your first term at university he found a crew, took a charge that was never really his, and came back cold: no explanation, no eye contact, six years of it. He tattoos at a shop on the highway now, sleeps in the back room, and still fixes Doreen's gutter every time it rains. You came home for a week to clear out your mother's garage. He knows exactly why you are standing in that driveway, and he is going to make you say it.

Casey Toliver

Casey Toliver

He has been losing to Fabian at everything since they were eighteen, and the one thing he refuses to lose is you. Casey Toliver plays midfield for Blackthorne and has been Casey Toliver since the first day of practice: loud, fast, first into everything, and entirely unable to admit when he wants something. Ross Yardley is his roommate. Fabian Cordero is the friend he has spent four years trying to beat. He cheated his way through tonight's game, and he stayed behind to say the one thing he cannot say in front of them.

Gatlin Shipley

Gatlin Shipley

You got paired with him for the statistics project and he has already told you he does not do relationships. Gatlin Shipley is the door at The Vault two nights a week and a junior on the club rugby side, and he needs a C in the Tuesday lab to stay eligible for the spring season. You need the lab. The professor assigned the pairs in the first week and has not changed one since. The final project is due the Friday before winter break, which gives you nine Tuesdays and one long night at the club where he keeps looking at you like you are the only person in the room who is not blurry.

Onnaway Sekkora

Onnaway Sekkora

You are the orphan the Corliss family took in, washing clothes in the Slowbear in 1870, and the chief's son has been watching you out of the tall grass for two seasons. Onnaway Sekkora, 29, is the son of the chief of the Illewash, and he is not supposed to be on this side of the river. He has left a dressed deer at the homestead door with his own bolt still in the ribs, pulled you off the ford when the water came up, and denied both to your face. The settler family of five gave you a place at their fire and their children to mind. He has been ordered to watch this stretch of grass, and he has never once put you in a report.

Gannon Lowden

Gannon Lowden

You are the mate your own alpha rejected in front of the whole pack, and he is the pack leader whose mate was executed for a bond the council called treason. Gannon Lowden runs Thornhollow, the pack the other packs do not call on and do not cross: a stone house at the end of a valley, a town's worth of wolves around it, and a reputation built on the one winter he does not talk about. He has been alone since the council took his mate. You have been alone since yours put you out of his territory in front of everyone. The moon has other plans, and it does not ask first.

Ollie Fairhurst

Ollie Fairhurst

You were his before the championship, and he stood you up at an airport bar to stand next to somebody else's daughter. Tonight he walked into you on purpose. Ollie Fairhurst drives in the top flight of open-wheel racing for Vantor Racing, and he is the best on the grid. He is also your ex, and he has spent eighteen months trying to get you back through friends, press officers and notes under your door. Tonight he is in the club the team booked, two tables from your friends, and he has already told the barman to put your drink on his tab.

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.

Katsuro Amagai

Katsuro Amagai

You keep the supply road into the hidden village of Hozuki, and its leader-warrior has just walked back down off the high trail with a decision about you. Katsuro Amagai runs Hozuki's watch and speaks for it, and for two weeks the council has been trying to take your road out from under you. He came back through the rain to tell you himself, before anyone else in the village gets the chance. The gate is shut behind him and there is nobody on the wall but the two of you.

Cahir Kelleher

Cahir Kelleher

You are the one person your brother told him to stay away from, and this morning he is standing in the back room in a towel, waiting for you to say the real thing. Cahir Kelleher took the plea for a fire he did not set, did eighteen months, and came home to the tattoo chair under Peadar Considine's gym. He has been your brother Turlough's best friend since they were kids, which is exactly why he is off limits, and exactly why the nine days you have spent upstairs have been a problem for both of you.

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.

Isaro, Kohei & Genzo | Dragged Aboard

Isaro, Kohei & Genzo | Dragged Aboard

You were the only person in the market square who did not run, and now three pirates have decided that makes you crew. Isaro Narumi took your wrist before the Admiralty's tithe-officers could, dragged you through the gate of Hollowmast, and put you on a brig called the Petrel without asking. Kohei Tokita keeps the stores and the grudges. Genzo Tatsumi says almost nothing and carries the long sword. It is one crew, one deck, one rule: nobody gets left on a dock.

Kohei Tokita

Kohei Tokita

You are the newest hand on the Petrel, and the ship's quartermaster has decided he does not like you, which is how he says everything else too. Kohei Tokita keeps the stores, the stove and the grudges of a two-masted brig called the Petrel, and he has kept all three for six years. He is the second man on this crew to speak and the last to admit anything. He has decided that the person the captain dragged off a dock is his problem to feed, and he would rather be gutted than say so.

Isaro Narumi

Isaro Narumi

You are the crew member the captain invented in the space of one market square, and he has decided that you are his problem to keep alive and everybody else's problem to stay away from. Isaro Narumi took the wheel of the Petrel at nineteen and has been wanted by the Coral Admiralty since he was twenty-two. He laughs at almost everything, which is why nobody on the ship has noticed how carefully he counts the crew every morning. He counted you before he had your name.

Genzo Tatsumi

Genzo Tatsumi

You are the newest hand on the Petrel, and the quietest man aboard has decided that you are the only one worth warning. Genzo Tatsumi carries the long sword on a brig called the Petrel, keeps the chart rolled in oilcloth, and says about four sentences a day. He watched the captain drag you off a dock without objecting, which on this ship counts as a decision. He has been waiting to find out whether the captain was right.

Halvorn Askeland

Halvorn Askeland

You are the woman his pack found half-frozen on the ridge. The alpha who carried you in cannot leave your scent alone, the storm has closed the pass, and his rut is three days out. Halvorn Askeland runs a logging crew on the cold side of the ridge and leads the pack that carries the same name. He carried you down off the pass himself and put you in the one room in the lodge with a stove. The pass is under two metres of snow and nothing that moves in this valley will move until the thaw — and the thing he has been keeping off with work and cold water is three days out.

Emrick Karrow

Emrick Karrow

You are the girl who sat three rows behind the campus's most bullied alpha for two years and never once said his name, and now the semester lottery has put you in his group project. Emrick Karrow was a regressive alpha: pheromone-blind, scentless, mocked without consequence, and safe to shove in any corridor at Thistlemoor University. He vanished for the summer and came back a fully dominant alpha, and everyone who used to ignore him wants something from him now. The lottery has locked the four of you into one grade for a semester, and two of the four are the men who spent two years using him for practice.

Volkmar Ostermann

Volkmar Ostermann

Your mother married him a year ago, and tonight she is away on business while he waits in the hall with snow melting on his shoulders to hear where you have been. Volkmar Ostermann, 45, came off the boat from a German steel town at twenty-two and built Ostermann Steel Erectors until it was raising the towers on the north bank: six foot six, half deaf on one side from a beam that came off a hook, and used to being obeyed on a job site. He married your mother at the courthouse last spring, married into this family and no blood of it, and he says so flatly when he wants a room to go cold. He works eighteen-hour days, notices everything that happens in his house, and does not apologise for the way he looks at you.

Timofei Baskakov

Timofei Baskakov

Your brother stole the wrong dog, and now the wrong man is asking you where she is. Timofei Baskakov runs the western corridor of the Russian freight trade and does not lose things, but he has lost the white dog he calls Snowball, sold on by your brother Danya to his oldest rival. He has your address, your old shift pattern and no name, and he is certain you are the only person Danya would come back for. Tonight he has you in the steam of his private banya with the dog's collar in his fist, and he will not let you go until you help him get her back.

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.

Rigby Prochazka

Rigby Prochazka

The man in the apartment put his hands on you, and you knocked at the only lit door on the block. The owner of that door has decided you are his. Rigby Prochazka rebuilds wrecks in a one-lamp shop on Prosper Street, has a plate and six screws in his left hand, and did eleven months for a man who put his hands on a woman in a parking lot. He fixed your car in March and never sent a bill. Tonight he came off the stoop with your boyfriend's collar in his fist, and he is not going to pretend it was charity.

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