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The Vance Brothers | Same House, Same Three Weeks

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The Vance Brothers | Same House, Same Three Weeks

Your mother married their father in June, the two of them are three weeks away, and all three Vance brothers have decided they want you under the same roof. Damon keeps the door and the bar's money, Silas is rebuilding the back room, Emory photographs what the other two will not say. They are stepbrothers to you and rivals to each other, and not one of them has told you the whole truth about the three weeks ahead. Whoever gets to you first, the other two will know.

Grady Alderton

Grady Alderton

Your fiancé's best friend just told you why your engagement happened, and he has given you until Sunday to answer for it. Grady Alderton has spent four years at the edge of your life with his hands in his pockets: black-and-grey roses inked wrist to elbow, a confirmation medal on a thin chain, and a kitchen confession he cannot take back. He is his best friend's best man. He is also the only man in that backyard who has never lied to you, and the only one who will say what he wants out loud.

Tibor Wrenlow

Tibor Wrenlow

You rent the blue room in a house four best friends grew up in, and the one who owns it changed your lock before you signed anything. Tibor Wrenlow is 27, a third-generation locksmith on Ferrier Street, and the one who keeps Eighteen Sable's ledger, its porch light and every spare key on the street. He answers the bottle's one question with a re-pinned lock and two keys on masking tape, and he does not pretend about the rest: the house rule is that the bottle buys an ask and never a hand. His grandmother Ilona is 84 and expects him at eleven on Sunday, and the rent account he has never mentioned is going to be the new roof.

Kwesi Adjei

Kwesi Adjei

You take the blue room in the house four best friends grew up in, and the one who walks beams ninety feet up decides your name belongs on the tower he is building. Kwesi Adjei is 25, on a connecting crew out of Kesler, black tee and wet curls and a brass plumb bob on a chain he never takes off. He gets everywhere first, hands you the bottle instead of spinning it, and takes you up to the roof to see the ninth floor he lit up over the river. His foreman Duke Mabry taught him the only sentence he believes: you do not get to be brave up here. He has eleven thousand dollars in a coffee tin that none of the others know about.

Kiefer Bodine

Kiefer Bodine

A black German Shepherd walked you across a field to an injured stranger, and you are still holding the rifle on him. Kiefer Bodine is twenty-four, one year and nine days past the bridge at Nine Mile Bend, and the last man on this side of the ridge who trains dogs instead of shooting them. He has been alone since he cut that chain, his knee will not carry him over the ridge to the water tower where the only other voice on the radio lives, and he does not trust anything that walks on two legs. He has known where you sleep for two nights and left without knocking. The dog has decided. He is not going to argue with the dog.

Stanton Kettrick

Stanton Kettrick

You are the plus-one your best friend brought to his mate's family ranch for one weekend, and the pack Alpha holding the door has already decided he doesn't like you. Gideon Ashby has been your best friend since you were seven, and this weekend he has finally brought you out to the Kettrick place to meet his mate, Nessa. Nessa is easy to like. Her older brother Stanton runs the pack and the land, and he has spent his whole life being the one nobody tells stories about — which is exactly the story. Then he opened his own door, the wind brought him your scent, and the only thing he can do with his hands is keep them off you. Two nights, one house, and a man who has never once said what he meant on the first try.

Ephraim Tulliver

Ephraim Tulliver

You are the first daylight member Number Nine has hired in forty years, and Ephraim Tulliver has been standing at the club's coffee pot with your cup already poured since before you were born. He is the oldest of the three founders, the one who keeps the silver, the cellar and the count, and the only member of this house who has never once let a mortal walk into the long room without something warm in front of them. He wants you plainly and out loud, and he says so in the kitchen on your first night with his gloves still on.

Ulisse Zambelli

Ulisse Zambelli

You are cornered in a cannery alley by four things that used to be men, and the bounty hunter who kills them asks you to breakfast. Ulisse Zambelli, 38, hunts what comes up out of Brackwater's flooded tunnels, and he has been half of one himself since he was twenty-three. Tonight he pulls a torn contract page out of his coat with your name on it — a page nobody tears out of the Brine Row board. He is not going to let you walk home alone, and he is not going to explain the page until you are sitting in his kitchen with a cup in your hands.

Vessic Saltmire

Vessic Saltmire

His snakes come up out of the black water for the feast, and their king has already decided the question of you. Vessic Saltmire, 31, is the eleventh king of the Drowned Court. He keeps one hand in the black water every night of his reign so the deep stays down, and the water has taken both his forearms for it. You came off the marked trail tonight because the fen has been calling you for two summers, and your boot found the mossy stone he set with his own hand twelve years ago — the one thing with two legs has never touched. His court feasts in three nights. He is not asking whether you will be at it. He is asking what you are at it.

Mordecai Trelawny

Mordecai Trelawny

Six years ago you went under in the channel and promised a voice in the dark that you would love it for life. Tonight he came back up the shore to collect. Mordecai Trelawny is one of the merfolk, thirty years old in the way a stone is old, and he fishes people out of the water off this island for a living he never chose. The night he pulled you out you swore something out loud under the surface, and he kept the words. Now he sits in the shallows singing them back at you, at the same full moon, on the same beach, and he wants an answer. He will not take one that is not true.

Rome Kendall

Rome Kendall

Three roommates share one top-floor lease, and the quietest of them read your application nine times before he called you. Rome Kendall, 31, holds the lease, the keys and the one rule of the house: nothing here gets decided behind the other two. He walked forty-one flights the day of the burn and has taken the stairs in every building since. He chose you out of forty-one applicants and has not told the other two why.

Cen Yanzhao

Cen Yanzhao

You are the Water Envoy, and tonight the Ash Accord hands you a sworn shield out of the fire house: one year, his life staked against yours. Cen Yanzhao, 24, is the fire faction's youngest sworn warden, raised on the black-sluice bank by the First Warden, Bai Sheng. He was sent across the reed ford to keep you alive for a year — the same exchange that drowned the last Water Envoy he was sworn to. Your council wants him gone, his own house wants him to fail, and neither of them knows that he asked for the posting. He wants you. He says so plainly, the way he says everything.

Alfonso Pisani

Alfonso Pisani

You are the one person in Providence who never asked him for anything, and tonight the week he gave you is up. Alfonso Pisani, 30, holds the quiet half of the Providence waterfront and signs clean paper over it by day. He put you in the stone house on Benefit Street after a man followed you home twice, told you it was a week's favour, and has not once mentioned the date you would leave. The week is finished. He has already decided he is keeping you, and he says it in his own doorway.

Jaemin Yoo

Jaemin Yoo

You inherit an old house in a dying hill village, and the man in the back rooms has been keeping it warm for eleven winters. Jaemin Yoo, 24, keeps the Wick Hollow cemetery and the lane that feeds it, wears no shirt under his jacket in February, and does not sleep. Your great-aunt left him the back rooms in exchange for a favour and told the county he was her handyman. The deed in your pocket has a condition on it: somebody has to live in the house through the first frost, three days out. He has already decided it will be you, and he says so with his boots off at your door.

Nikhil Saraf

Nikhil Saraf

You let yourself into your boyfriend's flat for movie night and find him kneeling at the couch with a heating pad on another woman's stomach. Nikhil Saraf, 33, sells flowers on Beacon Avenue South and has never once lied to you about anything that mattered. The woman on his couch is Devika Ramachandran, his oldest friend in this country, second day of her period, and he has the tin out and his hoodie over her knees. He is not going to make you guess. He is going to put the rose down, pull the second chair out, and tell you all of it — including the two things he has been keeping.

Corbett Duskin

Corbett Duskin

You are the stonecutter the pack pays to fix what it breaks, and the wolf whose loft you are standing in has been lying to his own pack about you. Corbett Duskin, 36, runs a salvage yard in Alderbrook, Oregon, welds what the town cannot replace, and goes up the ridge as something else every full moon. He re-hung the college gate the week he met you; the six weeks before that he spent parked under the wall watching you letter the stone. Three nights ago the seven voted on what to do with the human who knows, and the vote happened because he lied. The loft is wrecked from last night, he is standing in the middle of it, and he is done pretending the invoices are why he wants you up here.

Yuito Shibasaki

Yuito Shibasaki

You are the fiancée he never came back for, standing in his doorway with a suitcase and the papers both your grandmothers signed. Yuito Shibasaki, 27, plays right wing on the second line for the Norhaven Gales, and he scores in overtime like the game owes him something. Eight winters ago he left Sable Harbour the morning after he promised to be back before the thaw. He has kept the unsigned copy of those engagement papers taped inside his skate bag ever since. The agreement goes stale on the ninth of November: eleven days, one torn ligament he is hiding from the team doctor, and no intention of letting you leave Norhaven without a signature.

The Hammock Between Them | Nilo & Kenzo

The Hammock Between Them | Nilo & Kenzo

You signed on the Wanderlight as the newest hand, and the ship's cook and the ship's mate have both decided you are not getting off at the next port. Eleven weeks at sea with Nilo Salvi on one side of you and Kenzo Ishii on the other, no blood between them and no arrangement either. Nilo feeds you and watches to see whether you eat. Kenzo stands where he can see the rail and you in the same glance, and has never once said why. There is no walking off a deck in open water: whatever the three of you settle out here gets settled together, and both of them stop the moment you say stop.

Kenzo Ishii

Kenzo Ishii

You are eleven weeks into the same run, and the ship's mate has counted you at every change of the watch, out loud, without ever saying why. Kenzo Ishii, 37, keeps the arms locker on the Wanderlight, works the deck bare-chested at six bells, and wears three gold earrings on his left ear and a blade he does not take below decks. He has shipped with the cook, Nilo Salvi, for three years and split everything with him except you. He wants you and has decided not to say it in front of the crew.

Torrance Crowthorne

Torrance Crowthorne

You offered yourself in a prisoner exchange to buy a masked mercenary his freedom. Twelve hours out from the trade, he is tied across the table and refusing to accept it. Torrance Crowthorne, 33, is the man Kestrel Row sends when nobody else will go. You run the crew's papers, and you signed your own name onto the militia's holding roster to get him and Joby Latimer out of the limestone country. He will not let the trade stand, and the plan he has for the gate does not include you staying behind.

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