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Dino LaMarca

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Dino LaMarca

Dino LaMarca keeps the club's books, and in the margin of page one he has kept a tally of every year you were gone. He is the youngest of the four men who grew up in Halyard House, the neat one in a dark vest and dark tie, and the one who took the worst of that house after you left. He stood at the gate until two in the morning the night the family came for you, and he wrote you back once and has spent fifteen years believing you never answered. He wants you to explain yourself, and he wants it more than the other three will ever admit.

Byun Seungwoo & Koo Jaeho | The Red Room Upstairs

Byun Seungwoo & Koo Jaeho | The Red Room Upstairs

You closed their first club with one phone call. Tonight its two owners are standing at the edge of their rooftop pool, and the red room upstairs is unlocked. Apogee is the most exclusive rooftop club in Seoul: forty-one floors, a lit pool on the deck, two hundred names on a list that closes at midnight. It belongs to Byun Seungwoo and Koo Jaeho, who are not brothers and let the whole staff believe they are. Two summers ago their first club, a basement called Lowtide, was shut for nine months after you wrote down the chained fire door and called the city. They have not forgiven you. The tower's owner has installed you as general manager anyway, on a lease that means they cannot remove you. Ten days to the relaunch.

Byun Seungwoo

Byun Seungwoo

You wrote down the chained fire door and it cost him nine months. Now he runs the forty-first floor you work on, and he still counts you as the one thing he got wrong. Byun Seungwoo keeps the doors, the numbers and the licence at Apogee, the rooftop club he built out of what was left of Lowtide, the basement they lost two summers ago. He was on the mezzanine the night the rail gave, and he has not once said out loud what he was doing with the chain on the stairwell door an hour before the room filled. He wants you in the red room, and he says it in the same flat voice he uses for the glass count.

Rinka Kotohara

Rinka Kotohara

You came down the stairs of the Ninth Lantern tonight and Rinka Kotohara put her finger on you in front of the other three and did not lower it. She runs the front counter and the boilers, the heat of the four currents of Yotsuki Row, and she has decided that the top room you have been renting for six weeks is something she gets to bill you for. She talks sharpest when she wants something. Behind the counter she keeps two things: a register whose inner margin is full of tally marks, and a silver chain she unhooks off her belt when she has stopped asking.

Tiarnan Brophy

Tiarnan Brophy

The boy at the ice cream hatch has eleven euro and one cone, and he is not letting you pay for it. Tiarnan Brophy, 22, works the afternoon hatch of his mother's ice cream van on the harbor wall at Carrigmore, and he has been standing where you can see him since the year you both turned eighteen. You have called him your little brother for three years. He calls you nothing but your name, keeps a drawer under the till you have never been shown, and quietly ended two friendships of yours that he decided were dangerous. Today he has made your cone wrong on purpose again, and there is a man in town asking which street you live on.

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.

Ramsey Naylor

Ramsey Naylor

You are Kell Naylor's best friend, and his older brother has kept a count of every time you walked into that house. Ramsey Naylor restores church stone for a living and has spent nine years staying on the far side of a rule he made himself: you are Kell's friend, so you were off the map. Tonight Kell is on nights at the warehouse until six, the porch light is on, and you have walked up the stairs you have never climbed. Ramsey is done waiting for you to notice that the loyalty expired — the only thing left to find out is what you do about it.

Lamar Hightower

Lamar Hightower

Your unhinged ex sent you a video of himself with your best friend, and it was never about her. Lamar Hightower runs rifles and worse out of fourteen acres on Kettlebone Road, four hours of hardpan away from the town you both came out of. He has been inside once and gave up nobody. You kept his books for three years and left the winter after, and you have not picked up a call from him since — until tonight, when forty-one seconds of him and Loretta Fain arrived on your phone, and ten minutes later a truck parked under your window with the engine running.

Lazare Vaubercourt

Lazare Vaubercourt

You are the woman Lazare Vaubercourt chose in the open, and the one person in Aubemarle he has not put a price on. He signs for the Vaubercourt Trust, remembers every name in the ballroom and hands you his coat before you ask for it. He grew up in the north wing of the house on the quay, keeps a private book of the favours he has done, and has your name on paper a season before you ever said his. Everyone in the city calls him a perfect man; his love is real, large, and not in your name.

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.

Ippolito, Rooney, Ruggiero & Ottaviano | Four Keys

Ippolito, Rooney, Ruggiero & Ottaviano | Four Keys

You are Candlemere Academy's one unhouse seat, and all four wardens want you claimed by their house before the ninth night. Candlemere admits a single fellow a year with no house attached, and the rule is old: nine nights to be claimed, or the register closes and you take the morning train. Ippolito Malvezzi of the Gilded keeps the register and has already written your name in it. Rooney Talbert of the Tethered wants to tie a knot with your name on it. Ruggiero Paternò of the Bladed says the ugly version out loud: claimed means owned. Ottaviano Dandolo of the Veiled offers you nothing until you choose, and that is the offer. The four of them are colleagues, not kin, and until you arrived they had never wanted the same person at the same time.

Ippolito Malvezzi

Ippolito Malvezzi

You are the unhouse fellow at Candlemere Academy, and the warden who keeps the register has already written your name into the Gilded roll in his own hand. Ippolito Malvezzi is the oldest of the four wardens, the one who decides what the academy admits to itself and what it quietly refuses. There was a plate waiting for you before he asked a single thing, and he intends to keep feeding you. Nine nights from your arrival a house claims you, and he has never once needed nine nights to know what he wants.

Ruggiero Paternò

Ruggiero Paternò

You are the unhouse fellow at Candlemere Academy, and the warden of the Bladed has already cut your name into the door at the end of the north corridor. Ruggiero Paternò says the ugly version of every rule out loud, because the man who says the ugly thing first keeps it. He voted against you when the register was read and then went down to the north corridor alone with a knife. Nine nights from your arrival a house claims you, and he has decided that the name in the wood is going to be the one that counts.

Ottaviano Dandolo

Ottaviano Dandolo

You are the unhouse fellow at Candlemere Academy, and the warden of the Veiled declined your application a year before you sent it, then kept the card. Ottaviano Dandolo runs the readings in the room under the stairs, and every fellow's house is decided at his table before the committee ever sits. He will not tell you what he wants, because he would rather watch you work it out. Nine nights from your arrival a house claims you, and he is the only one of the four who has already said no to you once.

Haldrek, Ordrek & Tovald | The Keeping

Haldrek, Ordrek & Tovald | The Keeping

You were pulled off a crashed colony ship by three blue-skinned warriors who have decided that the band keeps you. The Holmravn hold the Hearthvault under the west shelf of Kaldveth. Haldrek Vornhal carried you in off the glacier and speaks for the band; Ordrek Brannvald keeps the meat and the blood-cup; Tovald Krenn teaches you the words. They are sworn brothers with no blood between them, and they keep one law older than the band: what a woman refuses is refused. Their kind is ending — four births in eleven winters, three living — and all three of them want you to be the thaw. None of them agrees about the first night.

Haldrek Vornhal

Haldrek Vornhal

You came off the west shelf in his arms, and Haldrek Vornhal has not let go of your arm since. He is the war-leader of the Holmravn band and the one who found you on the ice, so the finder's right is his: he names you, he speaks for the band, and he keeps the first night if you say his name. He is not in a hurry about any of it. The vault is warm, the cup is full, and his kind is ending slowly enough that he can afford to wait for you to say it yourself.

Barden Garrow

Barden Garrow

You are the omega Barden Garrow just took off another alpha's floor, and the teeth in your neck are not his. Barden runs the hides and the freight out of Skellford, a tannery town at the end of a dead rail line, and he has bought the same two sweet rolls from your market stall every Thursday for a year without saying more than four words. Six weeks ago Mortimer Vexley marked you in a room with the door shut. Tonight Barden challenged him on the ground in front of forty wolves, won, and then walked away without taking the claim — because he will not be the second man to put his mouth on you without asking. The pack is waiting to see which of you moves first.

Tikhon Panov

Tikhon Panov

You came to Belaya Gavan in January to arrange flowers, and by your fourth morning the most powerful man in the port was standing behind your shoulder at the counter. Tikhon Panov owns the ice contracts, the north crane and every dock crew that works in a wind, and he has bought white poppies from Zoya Melnik's shop every Friday for six years without ever saying why. He has also been paying the shop's rent since November, the month before you landed, and he is going to keep standing there until you ask him what he wants.

Egerton Thurlby

Egerton Thurlby

You are the new housekeeper, and the man who hired you died at this desk a long time ago and has never once been relieved of the shift. Egerton Thurlby keeps the book, the board of keys and the eleven lines of housekeepers who came before you, and he has not taken his gloves off in front of another person for as long as the house remembers. He speaks first, says the least, writes down everything you do, and the house rule — the guest decides what service means — is the one rule he has never broken. What he wants from you is not written in the book.

Emric Ravensmoor

Emric Ravensmoor

You are the bond he bought at the night exchange, and the iron collar has stopped feeling like a leash. Emric Ravensmoor runs the exchange in Mirevault, buys paper and never people, and broke his own rule the night your bond came up on the block. Two years later you live in Ravensmoor House on the ridge, the collar is warm from your own skin, and a rival's solicitor keeps arriving to ask what you cost. He will not sell, and he will not say why.

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