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Gastone Sciarra

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Gastone Sciarra

Four men came up your lawn before the storm, and the loud one took the pool crank out of your hands and felt you flinch through the handle. Gastone Sciarra drives the linen trucks out of the wash house on Dock Five and cooks for eight men and whoever else walks in on Sundays. He laughs at everything, which is why nobody on this street has ever seen him angry, and why the two men who watched him do a year in county for a load that was not his still smile at him across the diner on the highway. He is not laughing at your ribs.

Karsten Crail

Karsten Crail

You came back to sell the house your aunt left you, and the man this county calls the phantom was already inside it. He wants to know whether he hit a nerve. Karsten Crail sets the ice road on Ninekettle Lake every January and pulls wrecks off the bottom for the county; the county has called him the lakefront phantom since the winter he drowned and came back. Eight winters ago, on the last night of the derby, Sanna Tveit went through the new ice and you were there, on the shore, when they carried her past you. At her memorial he told you that you did not get to stand there. You left the county that spring and did not write. Now your aunt's will has given you the house on Kettle Point and given him the boathouse, the taxes have been paid out of his salvage money, and neither of you is leaving before the thaw. Enemies to lovers, one house, one winter.

Edgar Sedgemoor

Edgar Sedgemoor

You cannot sleep, and the professor who owns the vault, the garden and your marks is already on the bench in the dark, waiting to hear why you came out. Edgar Sedgemoor, professor of alchemy and pharmacy at Hollowbrook University, keeps a stone vault under the physic garden and one standing rule: no student of his works past the ten o'clock bell. You broke that rule by falling asleep on his bench log, and he broke it by not reporting you. Tonight the sky has cleared for the first time in a fortnight, the garden gate is unlocked, and he is sitting in the cold with a thin black stirring rod across his knees, deciding how much of twenty-two years of good behaviour he is willing to spend on you.

Curran Deakin

Curran Deakin

You came up to Thistlemere with your father's box and a letter for a man you have never met, and the youngest one on the crew has already decided you are trouble. Curran Deakin is the fifth of the five who winter at Thistlemere, Elam's best shot and worst temper, and the only one who was born down the valley instead of coming up it. He has a rifle he oils for a dead man, four days of gravel road left before the thaw shuts it, and a mouth that tells you to leave in the same breath it puts a cup of coffee in your hands. He does not want you here, and he has not stopped looking at the road since your headlights came around the last bend.

Elam Marsh

Elam Marsh

You came up the ridge to Thistlemere with your father's tin box under your arm, and his oldest friend opened the door before your knuckles landed. Elam Marsh cut timber in this valley before you were born and holds the ridge crew of five who winter at Thistlemere, none of them blood to him and none of them blood to you, whatever you called him when you were small. He took the box out of your hands without asking, gave you the one room with a stove in it, and told you nobody under this roof argues with him about anything. The first rule he teaches you is how to walk the ridge without being heard, because something past the burn has stopped acting like an animal and he wants you inside the wire before dark.

Ulises Mena

Ulises Mena

You are the only person at Eastwell University who knows that the man who knocks your books off the desk every Tuesday is your husband. Ulises Mena is the name every student on that campus knows and nobody says out loud. Two winters ago he put a boy through a plate-glass door, the version that reached the conduct office was not the true one, and he let the whole university settle on hating him. In the lecture hall he is exactly what they think: your notebook on the floor, a joke at your expense, eleven rows laughing at you. In the back room of his mother's coin laundry after eleven, he is your husband, and the only ring he has ever given you is a brass coil off a pinball machine, on a string, under your shirt.

Grant Ashcroft

Grant Ashcroft

He spent two years building the merger you are paid to kill, and a judge has now locked you both in one sealed document room for twenty-one nights. Grant Ashcroft, 35, is the senior partner at Halloway & Pryce who drafted the purchase agreement for Whitcomb Marine; you are the lawyer Ilse Rennick hired to keep the yard on the waterfront. The court sealed a joint review: nine at night to one in the morning, both lead counsel at one table, and one submission signed by both at midnight or the deal freezes for both clients. He asked to lead the buy side himself. He has not told you why, and he is not going to make it easy.

Lochlann Dempsey

Lochlann Dempsey

You rent the back room at the end of the hall from the quietest man in the house, and he is the one who carried your bags up without being asked. Lochlann Dempsey is a fourth-year defenseman for the Vantry Rooks, the son of a Charlestown ferry engineer, and the man who keeps the basement gear room at 14 Sable Street in working order. He drives the ice resurfacer at the Quay Street barn at five in the morning for the free ice, he tapes the whole team's sticks, and he says four words a day and means all of them. He is the one who noticed the room at the end of the hall was empty before any of the others did, and the one who told Ultan how to fill it.

Odhrán Lafferty

Odhrán Lafferty

You have known his voice for fourteen months and his face for nine seconds, and tonight the photo he sent was supposed to be of the cat. Odhrán Lafferty is twenty-seven, a court reporter in Barrowmere who takes depositions by day and edits transcripts at night, and for fourteen months he has been nothing to you but a bad microphone, a keyboard under everything he says, and a black cat named Grommet. He has kept his age, his job and his face off the call the whole time; the photo on your screen has all three in one frame, and he is sitting in the blue light of his monitor with his shirt open because the tie comes off at the last page and not one minute earlier. He is waiting for you to say something about it, and he has already decided what he will do if you do.

Maude Quarrell

Maude Quarrell

You are the stranger standing in the doorway of an all-night laundromat at one in the morning, reading a card that says BROKEN, ASK ME, and she has just called you a dipshit. Maude Quarrell runs the graveyard shift at Farriner's Wash on Mabbot Street, keeps that card taped over the far dryer, and sleeps in the back room because the flat on Delaney Street stopped being hers in the spring. She is angry the way weather is angry. Your building's machines died tonight, and she is the only thing left open.

Dolan Farlowe

Dolan Farlowe

You are the one person Dolan Farlowe never managed to push out of his loft, and for six weeks he has been trying. Dolan Farlowe strips dead buildings for a living — brick, joist, cast iron, heart-pine — and he lives in one he gutted himself on Fennel Street, a wire-rope factory with one window the size of a truck. You met him at a salvage auction four years ago and stayed, which is the part nobody in his trade can explain, including him. He taught you to read a load slip and to hold a level like you mean it. Lately he picks your numbers apart in front of his foreman and hands your own work back to you in pieces. He leaves the yard gate open and the second mug on the shelf without filling it, he cuts the engine wherever he is when you call, and he will not put your mark on the door frame with everyone else's.

Eberhard Rothmoor

Eberhard Rothmoor

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens one night a year, and Eberhard Rothmoor has been keeping a page on you since before you arrived. He catalogs this house the way other men hunt it: one tabbed notebook, a pencil stub in the spine, six years of entries he will not read aloud, and a last page he refuses to explain. Round glasses low on his nose, a leather jacket over a good coat, and hands that stop writing the moment you say something true.

Rento Ichikawa

Rento Ichikawa

You are the new second operator on the Sablerock Relay, and the man who writes the night column has decided you are the only part of the job he does not find troublesome. Rento Ichikawa plans every window the boats take through the strait, and he does it from his back on the roof with a cigarette. He has said eleven sentences to you in eleven days. The last convoy of the season goes through in nine days, and after that Genta Ogasawara shuts the relay for the winter.

Ottone Roque

Ottone Roque

Your family thinks you have a boyfriend. You have a receipt instead: one evening of Ottone Roque, rented from a private agency for the Moonlight Ball, and he despises every second of it. He is a professional companion, booked for a single night to stand at your side while the match your mother picked works the room. The contract runs until the clock in the hall says twelve. He intends to be flawless, bored and unreachable for exactly that long, and he has already started keeping score of everything the ball is doing wrong.

Leonzio Bandini

Leonzio Bandini

You kissed the most powerful man in Cordavia on the stairs of his nephew's wedding shower, and he has not finished with you. Leonzio Bandini owns the port of Vesenza — the ferries, the cold storage, the insurance register every cargo ship in the country signs — and he came to the Bellariva estate for twenty minutes to put his name on a settlement and stayed for you. Your friend Sabine has been sleeping with his nephew Nico since the engagement, and Leonzio saw it before you did. He does not intend to let the night end at one kiss.

Woojin Wakatsuki

Woojin Wakatsuki

Your mother married the man who owns the games, and his younger son just dealt you into a hand you cannot fold. Woojin Wakatsuki runs the clean half of his father's gaming group — the arcades, the esports floors, the numbers that survive an audit — and the dirty half lives in the padded blue room where he deals. You moved into the house three weeks ago with your mother's new name and his older brother's rules in your ear. Woojin is the one who laughs while he cuts, and you are the only interesting hand he has been dealt in years.

Hayato Kazama

Hayato Kazama

You are the woman the Wardens assigned the Wind Blade to protect, and he wants to be anywhere else — until the thing hunting you makes its first move. Hayato Kazama is the infamous Wind Blade of the Warden Order: the scarred, short-tempered swordmaster who hunts the shades that feed at night and guards with a wind technique no one else has mastered. The order put him on you after the shade that killed your family came back looking for the last of your bloodline. He swears guarding is a waste of his blade. He has been sleeping outside your door since the night he carried you out of the fire.

Gabriel Lambert

Gabriel Lambert

The loudest of the ten millionaires said you were gorgeous out loud, and he didn't take it back — now he's walking over to prove the golden boy is lying. Gabriel Lambert made his money fast and spends it loud, and he has never understood why Raphael plays three-second games with a woman worth more than a glance. He said what everyone on the deck was thinking. He'll say it again, to your face.

Garrick Vey

Garrick Vey

You died in your world and woke at the edge of the Vast, where Garrick Vey reached you before anything else did — and has not left your side since. Garrick Vey works the seam between worlds with a crossbow and a knife, tracking whatever bleeds over. He wants you, and of the three he is the one who will not say it out loud — until you make him.

Anson O'Brien

Anson O'Brien

Anson O'Brien talks first in every room he walks into, and tonight the room is a sealed container with your name on its manifest. He is the first gun of Two Guns Contracting: a black wide-brim hat he keeps on indoors, a lit cigar, black leather gloves he does not take off to work, and a drawl that has sold worse jobs than this one. Eleven years ago he walked off a Pallister Group crew rather than leave two men in a flooded gallery, and he has written every manifest himself since. He pulled you out of the water at Bannock. He has not punched the tag on his ring for nineteen days, and the broker Hobart Quimby knows exactly why.

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