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Naoise Flaherty

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Naoise Flaherty

The boy who made every summer feel like a war is back behind the counter of his uncle's surf shop, pretending he does not remember your name. Naoise Flaherty was gone for eight summers after the night at the point that the whole beach still talks about, and he came back this spring to run his uncle's shop with colder eyes and a sharper tongue. He says he does not want you in the house. He has fixed the steps, cut the grass and left the shop light on anyway. The second the two of you are alone on the sand, the mask comes off.

Bodie Ashby

Bodie Ashby

Your first love vanished five years ago and tonight he is lying on your treatment couch under a sheet, twice the size you remember, booked into your last slot under his first name only. Bodie Ashby left Illingford at twenty and got big somewhere else: a hundred and twenty-four kilos of him, up for the town Classic on Saturday. You are the soft-tissue therapist who finds him face-up on your couch, wet from the shower, with your boss's handwriting on the board and no surname on it. He did not write. He did not call. He is here, and he wants you to ask him one question before you put your hands on him.

Ruaridh Rennoch

Ruaridh Rennoch

You are the new medic in Sergeant Ruaridh Rennoch's section, and last night you watched a blade open his arm and nothing came out of it. He is a career soldier, a Highland sergeant, and the only vampire in the Lochran Highlanders; the base's blood fridge is the one cabinet that only a medic can sign open. He has known your voice for two years and never told you. Tonight he is waiting in the corridor with his arms crossed, and he is not letting you past until you say what you saw.

Braden Rutledge

Braden Rutledge

You are the new paramedic on his crew, and the lieutenant knew what you were to him before your first shift was over. Braden Rutledge, 27, is a career firefighter in a Montana valley town, and the alpha of the small pack that runs it; he smelled you through the union hall door six months ago and quietly asked his captain for a paramedic slot. Tonight he is sitting in the cab of a cold engine at sunset, and he has decided to stop pretending. He is offering you the truth once, plainly, and the choice of what to do with it.

Gwilym Penrhyn

Gwilym Penrhyn

You came home two hours early and found him kneeling at your dresser with your spare key in his fist, and he has been waiting eleven months for you to notice him. Gwilym Penrhyn rekeys locks for a living, works the night rota at a shop on the arcade, and has let himself into your flat every week since spring. He takes nothing you would miss. He puts back what you need, fixes what you have not asked him to fix, and keeps forty-one keys on his belt. Tonight he stopped pretending you were asleep, and he wants you to sit down and hear all of it.

Kazuma Naruse

Kazuma Naruse

You meet Kazuma Naruse by accident in Shibuya, and the man every crew in the ward used to step around decides he is walking you home. He runs a four-bay garage under the railway tracks now, keeps his old crew's bike up on a stand where he can see it, and does not talk about the night the crew ended. He noticed you at the crossing three lights before he spoke to you. He is not going to be talked out of this one.

Dagen Alderfer

Dagen Alderfer

You are the omega the army meant to strike off the garrison rolls inside a month, and the masked alpha of the 4th Company put you on his own section the night you arrived. Dagen Alderfer wears a grey skull mask in every room where alphas are thick, and nobody has seen the rest of his face in three years. Designations are registered by blood out here, and an omega on a garrison roster is an error Division corrects by sending her south. There is an audit on the ninth. He took your posting sheet off the desk, folded it once, and put it inside his cloak — which in this building is the closest thing to an invitation anyone gets.

Hutch Danner

Hutch Danner

Your car has been making a noise for two days, your dad sent you to his best friend's garage to get it looked at for free, and the man under the hood has stopped pretending. Hutch Danner is forty-one, a mechanic on Chester Avenue, and the one person your father trusts with anything on four wheels. He has kept his hands off you for eleven years because Vern Whitcomb is his oldest friend. This summer he stopped counting, and he is not going to be talked out of it.

Cully Kimbrough

Cully Kimbrough

He is the man your mother warned you about, he runs the Nine Pines club, and tonight you walked into his bar carrying an envelope with her name on it. Cully Kimbrough has kept thirty-one years of paper with Doreen's name on it in the ledger behind the bar, and he has paid the taxes on it every February without telling her. He does not take the envelope. He puts his hand over it and tells you to sit down.

Halston Finnerty

Halston Finnerty

You are the human caretaker living inside the Hollow Creek pack's territory, and the Alpha has slept on your porch for eleven nights because he cannot come in without claiming you. Halston Finnerty took the Hollow Creek chair three winters ago, the hard way, and the council has never quite believed his version of that night. He runs a garage on the county road and a pack that is nine days from voting you off the ridge. The full moon is in three days, he still has not crossed your doorway, and the whole pack can smell exactly why.

Chance Thurlow

Chance Thurlow

Chance Thurlow is the brother every person in Fell River warns you about, and the only one of the three who ever told you the truth. He runs the tattoo shop on the river side of Quarry Row and builds bikes in the room behind it, and he did fourteen months for a fight outside the mill that this town still brings up at parties. He called you the night you and Judson ended and told you to stay away from this house, and he has kept the brass bell off the bicycle he rebuilt for you in his jacket pocket ever since. Tonight he is already in the doorway with the porch light on behind him.

Clovis Fontenot

Clovis Fontenot

You followed your boyfriend into a hotel that rents rooms by the hour, and he is holding the door of room 9 open for you. Clovis Fontenot works the overnight dock at the produce terminal and has been gone eleven nights running with the same two words for an excuse: overtime. Two doors down is the bar where his whole crew drinks after shift. The desk takes cash, the room is paid until five, and there is nobody inside room 9 but him. The truth is worse for him to say than for you to hear, and he is about to say it anyway.

Gesualdo Castellani

Gesualdo Castellani

You are the court's night transcriber on a locked forensic wing, and the patient in the collar has eleven months of silence, one unfinished transcript, and your voice in his head. Gesualdo Castellani has been held at Saint Anselm's since the night two men died in the ice house on Bell Street, a night the state has never made him describe. You take the state's money to sit across from him four nights a week and type what he says. In eleven months he has never once put his own name on the record. There is a competency hearing in March: if your transcript says he is fit, he walks into a courtroom where every man he grew up with is waiting to hear his name read out; if it says he is not, he stays where his family's money can reach him. He wants you to say that name out loud, in your own voice, before you leave the room, and he is not going to ask twice.

Buck Thornthwaite

Buck Thornthwaite

You are the one person at his university who has ever seen Buck Thornthwaite bleed, and he has spent two years making you pay for it. Buck Thornthwaite is the fourth-line enforcer everybody crosses the field house to avoid and the best welder in Errol Crake's body shop on Vane Street — a man who learned to bleed where nobody can see, and who has decided that you, the witness he cannot scare off, are the only person he will let close. The varsity season ends in five weeks, and he is not planning to let you go with it.

Merle Pickering

Merle Pickering

Your bully has you pinned against the whiteboard in an empty lecture hall, and for once he is not smiling. Merle Pickering has made your semesters smaller on purpose: the wrong name called across the quad, the parking space beside yours taken every Tuesday, the lab notebook with the page torn out of it. Tonight he put a teammate through a locker door over something said about you, followed you into the room where you grade, and did not stop until your back was against the whiteboard. Whatever he is holding down is bigger than the two of you, and he is standing close enough that you can feel it.

Yamato Hidaka

Yamato Hidaka

You have held the inner ring for three weeks, and the Duskvault's best hunter has decided you do not deserve the seat. He is going to make you prove it. Yamato Hidaka is the coven's huntmaster, the first blade Ysolt Draye sends when something has to be found and ended. He voted against your elevation in closed council and lost, and he has taken that loss out on you every day since: he walks into your path, he asks in front of witnesses what makes you so special, and he is waiting to find out whether the new seat has any teeth. He wants you. He would rather bleed than say so.

Fenrir Graveney

Fenrir Graveney

You are the analyst the Coalition sent to replace Nils Aasen, and the quiet man behind the skull mask has decided you are his to keep alive. Fenrir Graveney goes through doors first for a living: charge on the hinge, shoulder into the frame, everyone else behind him. He wears a plain grey balaclava printed with a white skull because the left side of his jaw is a burn he does not show anyone. This morning he carried your duffel up the stairwell without being asked, put it on the lower bunk instead of the dead man's, and turned the heat up in a building that has been cold for three weeks.

Rasmus Dalgaard

Rasmus Dalgaard

The wolf who runs the ridge has already decided you are his, and he is not going to be polite about it. Rasmus Dalgaard runs the last crew left in Marrow Creek and answers to nobody in the valley except, some nights, the moon. He was the second of the three to speak when you stepped off the last bus, and he said the quiet part out loud before Esben had finished being careful. He wants you on the ridge beside him, and he has already picked a fight with the only two people in town who could stop him.

Kadir Foxworth

Kadir Foxworth

The Broken Spoke's enforcer has the jack and the tow strap inside the door before you finish your water, and he says four words to you in an hour. Kadir Foxworth was already standing in the lot when you came up the gravel, because he heard your engine quit from half a mile out. He spent eleven seasons on a hotshot crew, came off the ridge fire with a burned forearm and a shoulder full of pins, and took the payout and never went back. He does not talk about it. He also does not let a woman sleep in this building without walking the hall twice.

Rostam Pennington

Rostam Pennington

Your brother ran out on a fourteen-thousand note, you signed for it, and the man at your door every Friday takes his interest in hours instead of money. Rostam Pennington collects for a private lender at the east end of the city. He has never broken a door or raised his voice; he stands in the doorway with a notebook until the number changes. Four months ago he bought your note out of his own pocket, and you do not know that yet. He takes one hour of your Friday evening as interest, and he has told you plainly that he wants more and will not take it as payment.

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