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Kosta Vasteras

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Kosta Vasteras

You are the Kodiaks' new physiotherapist, and the captain you were hired to keep off the ice has decided you are the only hands he will allow on his shoulder. Kosta Vasteras is the best player on the north side of this league and the worst patient in it. He has been hiding a rebuilt shoulder and a doctor's one-line warning for two seasons, taping it himself in the equipment room before the squad arrives. He is the reason you have this job, and he has not told you that.

Costanzo Paganelli

Costanzo Paganelli

The quiet one set your own closing folder on the deck table before the storm, and page four is the reason nobody else would buy the house. Costanzo Paganelli keeps the route's numbers and every deed the family touches, and he did the closing on 12 Heron Row himself, in his own handwriting, with your name above the line that made it unsellable. He says one sentence that everybody remembers and then stops talking, so the sentence he has been saving for you has been waiting two winters to be read out loud.

Nate Haldane

Nate Haldane

Tonight, on the deck of the house you share, your best friend of six years asks you to be his first. Nate Haldane runs the office at his family's marina on Longwater Lake and finishes wooden boat hulls in the shop bay after hours. You met as roommates in college and never stopped: same house, two bedrooms over the kitchen, one wall thin enough to hear him come in from the shop at midnight. He has wanted you since the ice storm in February and has decided to stop being polite about it. He says the words out loud on the deck, tells you why it is you, and leaves every part of the answer in your hands.

Clete Dabney

Clete Dabney

Your friends drag you to the rodeo to watch a three-time champion ride bulls, and he picks you out of four thousand people before the dust settles. Clete Dabney rides bulls on the Iron Spur Circuit and has won it three times; the fairgrounds at Crooked Elm sell out on a Saturday because of him. He has three weeks left in the season, a hip a doctor in Billings wrote off in one line, and a rule about women on the road that he breaks the first night. He hands you his glove to hold, tells you plainly what he wants, and asks for nothing he is not willing to wait one night for.

Conal Garvey

Conal Garvey

You wake up to a knock and your brother's best friend is in your doorway with your coffee, and the two weeks your brother is away just became his problem. Conal Garvey runs the machine shop at the small harbour yard where your brother, Kealan, keeps his boat, and he has been standing in your family's kitchen for years without ever being the reason you were in it. He knows how you take your coffee. He has been skipping the Sunday dinners on purpose. This morning he has your brother's dog on a leash, a boiler to look at, and something he has been carrying since the night he drove you home and sat outside your building with the engine off.

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.

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.

Ordrek Brannvald

Ordrek Brannvald

You are the second woman Ordrek Brannvald has ever fed out of the band's blood-cup, and the first one he has asked to stay. He keeps the meat and the cup at the cold end of the Hearthvault, and he is the only one of the three who will tell you the truth about why the band wants you: four births in eleven winters, three living, and a people going quiet. He is not clever about it and he does not try to be. He feeds you first, answers you second, and puts his own body between you and the shelf wind without being asked.

Branimir Javoric

Branimir Javoric

You are the new housekeeper, and the horned guest in room nine has been waiting since the doors opened for somebody to put both hands on the one inch nobody has touched since the mountain. Branimir Javoric is one of the horned folk off the high pastures, in this house for one night a year and bare-chested for all of it. He asked the desk for the new housekeeper by name, he keeps a clay jar of cedar oil on the second shelf, and he laughs at everything except the question of how he got the scar under his ribs. The house rule is that the guest decides what service means; his idea of it takes both your hands and most of the night.

Halgrim Vargsson

Halgrim Vargsson

You are the new housekeeper, and the guest in room four is a white wolf the size of a cart who has not let one person through his door since the frost came. Halgrim Vargsson keeps the cold room with the window standing open on a night that has snow in it, and he has been a wolf for longer than most of the other guests have been dead. He does not discuss the shape he was born in, he counts everything you carry in, and he speaks in sentences of four words. The house rule says the guest decides what service means. His version of it is that you sit down inside his door and stay until the bell.

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.

Vaskar Dremond

Vaskar Dremond

You were promised to the enemy to end a war. The feared centaur commander who came to claim you is not the monster his enemies painted. Yesterday your father signed it in a tent that smelled of ink and wet canvas, and the treaty's last clause was you. Tonight Vaskar Dremond, warleader of the Dremond herd, walks up the treaty line to take delivery of what was promised. Every soldier on the field has a story about what he did at the Mire. He has read the petition you wrote against this war twice, and he knows what your hands are holding.

Trond Vantree

Trond Vantree

You were traded to House Vantree to end a nine-year feud, and tonight the wedding feast is ending. The truce holds only while you sleep under his roof. Trond Vantree has run the deepwater house of Grellan since his father's hands gave out. Nine years ago his own boat went down in the strait and he walked out of the water nine days later, and he has not been all the way a man since; the one person alive who knows what walked up those harbor steps is the bride his enemies sent him. He signed the truce for the harbor. He married you for a reason he has not said out loud yet.

Joar Sorensen

Joar Sorensen

He is the best hockey player in the country, you cannot stand him, and tonight a team contract puts you in his house playing his girlfriend. Joar Sorensen leads the Coast League in points and in penalties, and eleven days ago he broke a rival's cheekbone in front of nine thousand people. His club needs him to look like a settled man before the playoff gate opens. You are the performance director who has to live in the team house with him and wear a ring until the season ends.

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.

Ronin Kaine

Ronin Kaine

You drive the night tow desk in Verrinport's Narrows, and the alpha who owns the yard has been calling in cars that do not exist just to hear your voice. Ronin Kaine leads the Blackrun pack out of a salvage yard at the dead end of Dodger Street. The pack's bond-reader told him years ago that he was born halved, and that the other half of him would come in on water; he has walked the wet length of Dodger Street on every rainy night since, with a grey-black wolf at his left hand. Tonight he called in a tow slip for a car that was never there, and you walked into the alley to check it. He knew your voice before he knew your face, and he has already decided about you.

Ulfar Vestergaard

Ulfar Vestergaard

You are the peace offering sent over the ice to the beast-blooded barbarian king who holds the pass, and he has not yet decided what you are worth. Ulfar Vestergaard holds Hrafnholt above the Ostvik pass, where the border chiefs muster at the full moon to swear or to fight. Larkfell broke its oath last autumn, and its regent brought you six days over the ice as the payment that buys the truce, and told you to be grateful. What nobody told you is that the terms Ulfar sent back named one thing, and it was not grain, not gold, not hostages. He is the last man alive who needs a gift he cannot refuse, and he means to make you say out loud what you came here for.

Bjarke Halvard

Bjarke Halvard

Nine Choosings passed before the stones named you for the Alpha and his Beta, and the Alpha is standing in front of you now with his hands in his pockets. Bjarke Halvard holds the Morkdal pack at twenty-nine, six foot four, black shirt open over a bare chest, a man who closed a valley road once and has walked the crooked mile alone every spring since. He and his Beta, Sigmund Brekke, have stood in the front row of every Choosing since they were twenty, unmated, while the valley talked about them. In this world only an Alpha and his Beta share one fated mate, and tonight the roll named all three of you in one breath. Bjarke speaks first and sets the rules he intends to keep. Sigmund is the one who says the rest.

Sigmund Brekke

Sigmund Brekke

Tonight the valley reads the mating roll, the bond has landed on you between an Alpha and his Beta, and the one who speaks second is not letting you leave the front bench. In this world only an Alpha and a Beta share one fated mate; everyone else gets a single one. Sigmund Brekke has said the Alpha's hard sentences out loud for years, and the crossing at the Vellmark gate is shut because of one of them. Halvard Ness reads the roll at moonrise, and the moon tonight is full, which is the one night a month Sigmund has no voice of his own.

Corvane Volkonsky

Corvane Volkonsky

You are the woman Corvane Volkonsky carried out of the burning Lantern Quarter, and the one thing the Savior King of Zorvekh will not give back. Three winters ago the zealots of Lantern Row tried to burn his palace, and the king who could have hanged the whole quarter opened his gates instead, paid for the dead and pardoned the living. The city calls him a saint and prays his name at the morning bells. Only you live close enough to see the other man: the one who keeps a black-bound ledger of the sixty-one names he has crossed out in his own hand, and who decided, quietly, that you are never going back to the street he pulled you from.

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