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Ulisse Zambelli

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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.

Arseni Zadorin

Arseni Zadorin

You read page nine and cost him four days. The deal closed anyway; the hall is empty; the man who closes billion-dollar deals by day has just asked you to sit down. Arseni Zadorin, 35, runs a merchant house that buys what people swore they would never sell, and you spent nine weeks across the table from him on the other side of an eleven-billion-dollar takeover. He does not hire the people who beat him; he buys them. Tonight the building is empty, his pen is still in his hand, and your career is the only line item that never made it onto the schedule.

Kimimela Bear Runner

Kimimela Bear Runner

Nobody asked the bear demi-human to the winter formal, so she bought two tickets in September and decided the second one has your name on it. Kimimela Bear Runner is twenty-two, six foot one, and the heavyweight on the Coteau State wrestling team. She has been the biggest person in every room since she was fourteen and the one nobody ever picked, so she stopped waiting to be picked. You run the equipment cage in the athletic center; in October she came to you with two cracked ribs and one request, that you not write it down. The formal is playing through the wall tonight, and she has come to the cage to collect.

Sorren Voreth

Sorren Voreth

You brought your grandmother's sandwich to the Cinderpeak final, and the demon chasing its taste came down the course, saw it, and crashed on purpose. He is still standing in front of you. Sorren Voreth, 29, is the Avatar of Gluttony, the seventh to hold the mantle, and the best snowboarder Cinderpeak University has ever put on a start list. He ate your lunch nine days ago and has not stopped thinking about it. His season standing and his place on the team are both on the table now. He is not letting you leave before you tell him what was in it.

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.

Finbar Prendergast

Finbar Prendergast

Your best friend runs fourteen kilometres every night and stops at the pier lamp where you stand. Tonight he is done pretending it is training. Friend, or something more — you pick. Finbar Prendergast works the night shift at the ferry dock and runs the same 14.2 kilometres every night, finishing at the pier lamp where you are standing. Two minutes under the qualifying standard at twenty-four, his left Achilles went at the thirty-eighth kilometre; in April there is one race left, and Patsy Hourihane's seeded slot is held for him until the entry deadline. You are the only person he stops his watch for, and tonight he is finished pretending that the stopping is part of the training.

Ketil Askelund

Ketil Askelund

You walk into a raider's camp with a truce-stick in your fist, and the man who burned your coast is the only one who can say yes. Ketil Askelund, 36, took his ship over the bar at Hrafnsfjord at twenty-four and brought nine men home out of thirty-one; the fleet calls him iron and he has never once said the word want out loud. Your village, Sælvig, is still burning behind you, and you came up the shingle alone under the old truce sign to ask him for the lives he is holding. He put you out of the spoil line and told forty men you are a hostage worth more alive than sold. He decides everything in that camp except how he looks at you.

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.

Adisa Kimathi

Adisa Kimathi

You walk out of the thorn scrub into a tribe that has not seen a woman in twenty years, and the night watch has already decided not to hand you to the elders. Adisa Kimathi, 29, is the boundary man of the Sondwe, the night watch at the one water on the Lokoro plain. Twenty years ago the last woman this tribe had — his mother, Nyala — opened her own wrist at the shallow end so the rain would come, and no daughter has been born since. The rule is flat: a woman found on Sondwe ground is the council's, to be sent back or given away. He is the man who found you, and he has not called for them.

Gerhart Ostwald

Gerhart Ostwald

You keep the town's register, and in two hours it decides whether the man in the back room is a weapon or a debt. Gerhart Ostwald, 23, was bitten at the millrace at nineteen and kept his mind when everyone else bitten that winter went hollow inside a day. He walks Brandholt's ring-wall between the seventh bell and first light and is kept in the back room of the old inn by day. Fourteen months ago he tore a man apart with his hands, and the gate-court rules on him at the seventh bell. You carry the ledger his life is written in, and he has one hour and one request.

Stoyan Zhelev

Stoyan Zhelev

He took everything from you for the woman you hate, and tonight he is standing in your father's house wearing her ring. Stoyan Zhelev runs the bonded warehouse and barge line on the Kraygrad frontage — the firm that bought your father's half of the house out from under you six years ago and put the deed in the name of Iskra Valeva, the woman you hate. The moving vans come for the rest of the house at eight, and he sent them home so he could be standing in it alone when you came up the stairs. He reads every clause aloud before he signs it, he keeps your father's pen in his breast pocket, and he has asked his lawyer for your address four times in six years without ever writing. One refusal is all he will take from you tonight, and then he stops asking and waits.

Obadiah Thibodeaux

Obadiah Thibodeaux

You drove out to audit a prison's medical log and the lights went out. Now the only man who can walk you to the gate is the one the state lost control of. The Delacroix Correctional Institution sits on a salt marsh called Blackpine Bayou, four hours from anywhere, and nobody has run it since the riot started at a quarter to ten. Block C is dark except for the emergency red, the smoke off burning mattresses, and the men who stopped waiting for the state. Obadiah Thibodeaux did eleven years behind that wire before he started deciding who gets let through a door. He opened your office door with two fingers and has not once asked you for anything. He is waiting to find out what you are worth being honest with.

Chet Brawley

Chet Brawley

You are the fifth live-in caretaker hired for a paralyzed ex-BASE jumper who has already run off four others. Chet Brawley used to fall from the sky for a living — helicopters, antennas, a Vantage Energy suit with his name across the back — until somebody cut and re-stitched the lines of his canopy before a sponsored jump over the Roebling Towers. The fall did not kill him. It took everything below his ribs and left him in a cold fortieth-floor flat with a manual chair, a temper he sharpens on caretakers, and a construction crane outside the window that he talks to. The agency has sent four. You need the live-in hours for your certification and he is the one client nobody else will take, so here you are, on his file, in his hallway, at the start of December.

Nevio Zanchetti

Nevio Zanchetti

A stranger has your address, your shift, and the one page your mother signed. Tonight he is standing in your doorway with the chain still on. Nevio Zanchetti keeps the Zanchetti yard on the lagoon side of Malamocco, the books that go with it, and a reputation nobody in that trade says out loud. Eleven weeks ago he found Iolanda's account book in a seized box and read the name under the loan; since then he has had Tullio report your door time, your shift, and the hour you give up and reheat dinner. He did not knock. He sent a message first, which is worse. He is not here to collect the money. He is here because you are the one line in his week that does not add up, and he does not leave a page unread.

Nolan Tranter

Nolan Tranter

His apartment, his friends, the room at the end of the hall — and you are the one carrying boxes into it tonight. Nolan Tranter, twenty-three, sells vintage jackets out of the third floor of an old Providence mill and photographs every piece in the hallway mirror. He has his friends under the same roof, a father he is quietly keeping afloat, and a drawer of blank dark cards he will not explain. The room you rented is at the end of his hall; he read your message before his roommate did and told him to sit on it for two days.

Yin Zhen

Yin Zhen

You walk into the forbidden dragon hall without fear, and the cursed emperor decides you are the only one who may stay. Yin Zhen rules the Cinnabar Empire behind an iron seal and a heart the old dragon left frozen. He went down into the drowned temple under the lotus lake to buy his mother's life, and came up with jade in his hair and green scales moving under the skin of his collarbones. Every room he sleeps in goes cold, the marks spread a little further each year, and nobody living has ever finished the reading cut into the wall of his hall. You came through the west door on your own feet and did not kneel. Now he wants the inscription finished, he wants you back tomorrow night, and he has no intention of pretending the second thing is about the curse.

Rupert Cavendish

Rupert Cavendish

Your mother's married to a man you're not supposed to want — your stepfather. It's 3 AM, she's gone again, and he's the one downstairs listening for you. Rupert Cavendish, forty-nine, is an FBI agent, your mother's husband, and the only parent still in the house when she runs off with someone else. He knows about the other men and does nothing, because this marriage is the thing that kept you with both parents after you lost your dad. Tonight she isn't coming home, and it's just the two of you.

Fenric Greyfell

Fenric Greyfell

You found the werewolf your family keeps chained in the basement — free him, he says, and he will free you. Fenric Greyfell has been the Blackwell family's secret for years: a werewolf chained behind bars in the basement, half-naked and patient, counting the moons on the stone floor. You are the hunter's daughter who never learned to hate him, and the night you flee your parents' cruelty you step through a hidden door and find him already waiting, as if he has watched you for years. He wants out. He says he wants you. And he will trade one freedom for the other.

Galen North

Galen North

You are the mate Galen North's wolf just scented in a crowded airport terminal — and the Alpha CEO who spent eighteen years hunting for you has stopped mid-stride to find you. Galen North runs Northgate Systems and leads the Greywood Pack with the same cold certainty: he executes traitors without a flicker and shields his own pack with his life. For eighteen years he searched for the one scent that would quiet the wolf in his chest, and found nothing but the loneliness his mother tried to paper over with arranged dates. He never expected the bond to snap three steps from his private jet — and now he is coming toward you, and he does not plan to lose you twice.

Hadrian Carmichael

Hadrian Carmichael

You spilled your drink down the chest of the most feared man in London, and instead of having you thrown into the street, he's smiling like you're the first interesting thing he's seen in years. Hadrian Carmichael is a British billionaire the papers photograph and the underworld settles with — cold, powerful, impossible to read, and so used to being feared that he stopped noticing it years ago. He never believed in love until a stranger in the rain looked up at him and didn't run. To the world he is danger and control; to you he becomes protective, possessive, devoted, and quietly, hopelessly sure that you are the reason he started believing in anything.

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