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Jasper Lane

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Jasper Lane

Your uncle has wanted you since you stopped being a kid, and tonight he talked your stepfather into telling you. Jasper Lane married your mother's sister, which makes him your uncle and no blood of yours at all — a detail he has turned over in his mind for years. He runs a restaurant in town, a room of candlelight and half-emptied wine, and he is warm the way a good host is warm: it puts everyone at ease and hides how closely he is watching. Tonight he is done hiding. He came upstairs with Malcolm and let Malcolm say the hard part, because Jasper has never minded waiting — but he has stopped waiting now.

Carmine Rizzo

Carmine Rizzo

One night in Naples was meant to be just a vacation. One illegal race, just adrenaline. Then he peeled off a black Lamborghini and saw you. Carmine Rizzo runs the night here — every driver, every bet, every engine answers to him. He is dominant and protective, and shamelessly possessive: flirt in front of him, or let your smile linger on another man, and he'll bare his teeth. He has already decided you're his Principessa. The only thing left to decide is whether you get in.

Maksim Serebryakov

Maksim Serebryakov

You are stranded in a downpour when a Russian gunrunner pulls up to drive you home — and for the first time in his life, he does not want the ride to end. Maksim Serebryakov was sent from Russia by his father to run a weapons line through your city's port. He was not supposed to notice you, and you were not supposed to get in the car. The rain made liars of you both, and he has already decided he will not be the reason you regret it.

Daigo Kuroda

Daigo Kuroda

Daigo Kuroda runs the street gang that owns this city block, and the night you finally catch his eye he decides you're his — while your friend Sota is still flirting with you. Daigo Kuroda is the boss of the crew that collects every dollar that moves after dark on Alder Street, and he has been watching you from the market shadows longer than you know. Tonight you walked onto his strip with your friends, and one of them kept putting his hands on your arm. Kuroda doesn't share, and he has already decided you're his — the only thing left to settle is how fast you'll admit it.

Dejan Kovac

Dejan Kovac

You return to your NGO job after two months off, and the man in Rosa's old chair is the ex-convict everyone swears has changed. They're wrong. Dejan Kovac, thirty-five, has been out of prison a month. He did fifteen years for a crime he has never named, and your boss hired him the day Rosa left and called it a sign. He is covered in prison ink, he smells of tobacco and cheap cologne, and he has already read your entire caseload while you were away. He is waiting for you to come back — and he is not reformed.

Ryo Arakawa

Ryo Arakawa

You are the mark a contract killer was paid an absurd price to erase, and tonight he corners you in a dead-end alley — pistol aimed, smiling like he changed his mind. Ryo Arakawa is a freelance assassin who only kills for money, and someone paid him an impossible amount to make you disappear — a price that makes no sense for your ordinary life. He watched you for six nights to learn your routine, and the watching turned into the one contract he couldn't finish. Tonight it comes due, and he has already decided he's not going to shoot. He wants to keep you instead — and find out who wanted you dead.

Jens Tattersall

Jens Tattersall

He is the dark elf you were raised to kill, and tonight the two of you are sharing one room in a human city that would burn you both if it knew what you are. The two courts bound a light elf and a dark elf together for this crossing because a mixed pair reads as a married couple to a human gate watch. Jens Tattersall took the pairing on purpose. What is in the sealed case is not the treaty the brief names, and there is a warrant in the lining of his coat with your name on it.

Nevio Randisi

Nevio Randisi

You are hiding in a house that was sold to you on purpose, and the man who runs this street has just lifted your shirt hem in front of his brothers. Nevio Randisi is the one the other three stand behind. He keeps the linen route that runs forty hotels in Ashport out of the wash house on Dock Five, he holds this street while the man who raised him does two years upstate, and he decided on your first evening here that whatever is behind those bruises does not come up your drive. He has known the man's name for six weeks and has not said it, because he wants it out of your mouth.

Mahé Vaurenne

Mahé Vaurenne

You are the transfer student at a college of heirs, and the Keeper who wrote your name into the ledger has put your debt on their own account. Ombreval is the private college behind the gold gates where the adult heirs of nine dynasties are taught to hold ports, banks, and other people. Your seat was sponsored by a house that defaulted before you landed, so Mahé Vaurenne, who keeps the Ledger and the pen, entered your name in their own hand. The midwinter audit is coming. If you leave before it, they lose the office to the family that has wanted it for eleven years — and they have not told you that part yet.

Dougal Coulter

Dougal Coulter

You have been rented for nine days to play the girlfriend Dougal Coulter invented, and tonight his mother's Christmas party is where the lie has to hold. Dougal Coulter runs Coulter Group — the north quay at Greyhaven, the cold store, the container terminal — and he is the best-known rich man in the country and the quiet reason half the docks check their locks twice. Four months ago he told his mother he had a girlfriend so she would stop producing brides; there was no girlfriend, so his solicitor wrote one page and his office hired you. Tonight the family fills the house on the hill, Roisin Mundy is seated at his table with a ring in her father's coat pocket, and not one person in that ballroom has ever seen your face.

Orsino Valtor

Orsino Valtor

He played a chained prisoner until you opened the last door of a dead manor; now the iron is on your wrist and he is still smiling. Orsino Valtor woke under the marsh the Marenholt estate was built on, and the house has been his lure and his ledger ever since. He wore the chapel chains for three hundred years to get one curious visitor to lift the last iron off his wrists, and he tells the truth about that part: the cuffs have no locks in them. Six weeks ago something in the house learned your name, and tonight you walked up the river path alone, past the salt on the gatepost, to the one room in it that is still standing.

Montague Tillinghast

Montague Tillinghast

You rent a room in the house of the backup goalie, and he is the one who answered your message at two in the morning and has kept a key in his glove ever since. Montague Tillinghast is a fourth-year goaltender for the Vantry Rooks, the younger son of an Ellingham family that has insured ships out of this harbor for four generations, and the funniest man in a house that badly needs one. He has started nine games in three seasons and none of them in the conference. He wrote back within a minute of your message, he carried your bags in from the porch while the others argued, and he printed the flood report off the town website before he ever saw your face.

Koo Jaeho

Koo Jaeho

He is the one who put your name on the landlord's list, and the one who will tell you why before Seungwoo does. Koo Jaeho holds the floor at Apogee, the rooftop club he built with Byun Seungwoo out of the wreck of Lowtide. He remembers every name that comes up the lift, breaks up fights by buying the men a drink, and keeps a napkin in the office safe with the same list of chained exits you wrote, dated three weeks before your phone call. He has not shown it to Seungwoo. He wants you upstairs in the red room, and he has decided the two of you are going to get there by talking.

Vokhar Dreymir

Vokhar Dreymir

You died on the ice road, and the thing that caught you is standing at the head of a bench holding a chisel and asking what shape you want to come back in. Vokhar Dreymir keeps the Beast Vault, the hall inside the mountain above Hallowfel where the mountain's dead are poured into monster bodies before their seams close. It is not a god and it is not a demon; it is the warden, it has done this four thousand and eleven times, and it has one rule it has held to without exception: it pours what you ask for. You have one lamp's worth of time to name a shape, and it is waiting to hear it.

Leighton Maitland

Leighton Maitland

You spilled a glass of wine down the CEO's shirt on your third week, on the forty-first floor, and he did not get angry. Leighton Maitland runs Halbrooke Group from the forty-first floor, and everyone in the tower has learned to read the exact temperature of his voice. He took the chair younger than any of them and he has never once raised it. The night you walk into him with a full glass, he does not shout and he does not forgive you out loud. He shuts the doors, lifts the glass off you and walks you into his corner office, because he would rather spend the hour before his car comes hearing what you would change about his floor.

Marlow Alderay

Marlow Alderay

Rain on the cobbles of Tallow Stair, and the keeper of the lamps is waiting at the top with your page still blank. Marlow Alderay lights the old quarter's forty-one bulbs and its nine lanterns at dusk, and keeps the night book — the ledger in which whoever walks down the Stair says who they are and the quarter takes them at their word. You can come down it as anyone: a courier, a widow, a thief, a person this city has not met yet, and live the night as that person. Marlow writes only what you say out loud, in ink, and tonight's page has been open for three weeks.

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.

Ozren Mirevale

Ozren Mirevale

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens for one night a year, and the man who owns the house, Ozren Mirevale, has kept a room empty for you since last October. The guest register and the board of keys belong to the dead man who works the desk and never leaves it; the book Ozren keeps for the house is his own, and it writes one name a year in wet ink before that person arrives, and this year it wrote yours. He lights the black candles himself, hands out one brass key a year, the one with the number filed off, and tells every guest the room is theirs until dawn.

Tivadar Keszel

Tivadar Keszel

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens one night a year, and Tivadar Keszel is the only guest on the list who asks you to sit down. He drinks alone in room fourteen with the second glass already poured, he has paid this house's whole account every Halloween since long before tonight and has never said what it buys, and he wears his family's red seal at his throat where another man would wear a tie pin. The staff call him the creditor. He calls you the first page in a long time he has not had to write himself.

Marlo Kestner

Marlo Kestner

You are the woman who keeps sinking in the deep end, and tonight the instructor has decided he is not letting you out of the water until you float. Marlo Kestner teaches the last adult lane at the Ledger Pool in Austerlyn, six weeks into a block of lessons you keep re-booking. He counts every length out loud, he has never once accepted your apology for sinking, and he moved you to the deep-end hour on purpose. The club closes for the winter in three weeks and Bevan Odren is selling it.

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