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Rémy Thibault

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Rémy Thibault

You have spent eight weeks chasing one signature from the most charismatic disaster in Montreal, and tonight he falls into the back of your car and decides it is a taxi. Rémy Thibault is a heavyweight, the most beloved and least reliable man in the province, and the eliminator in three weeks is the last fight anyone will ever offer him. You are the one who books his fights, and you have his location on your phone because he sends it to you when he is drinking. Everyone at the gym knows he is not going to sign. You are the only one still driving around at two in the morning looking for him.

Bo Quan

Bo Quan

You came home for the summer to the house your mother now shares with the Ackerlys, and your stepbrother's best friend is in the garage office at two in the morning with the door shut. Bo Quan has been Tobias Ackerly's best friend since they were boys, and he has been the one person in this family that is off limits to you since the wedding. He thinks you are a brat who has never been told no. He is not wrong. He is also the only person in that house who knows what your stepfather's business looks like at two in the morning.

Niles Hollins

Niles Hollins

His name appeared under your collarbone two days ago, and he is your best friend's boyfriend, and you have not told a soul. The rules of the bond are simple and none of them are kind. Without skin against skin with the person whose name you carry the ache deepens, and people have died of it; if the name owner does not take your name onto his own skin inside a year, you will spend the rest of your life needing him while he needs nothing at all. Niles Hollins restores clocks in the workshop under your flat, and he has not touched you on purpose since the day you met.

Emyr Trelawn

Emyr Trelawn

Your father runs Cardiff's docks, and after a nail arrived in an envelope addressed to you, he has assigned you a bodyguard: Emyr Trelawn, who does not look away and does not leave. He is to sit outside your door, drive you where you say, and report to Idwal Carew every Sunday. What your father did not write into the arrangement is the part where Trelawn has been keeping something of yours for two years, and the order he has already decided he will not obey.

Nardo Sabatini

Nardo Sabatini

Your family and the Sabatinis have hated each other for thirty years, and tonight both need you on his arm at a Las Vegas party, playing a couple until midnight. Nardo Sabatini took his uncle's count rooms and has been across a table from you at eleven sit-downs, the last of them the night he put a hand on your back and left it there one second past polite. Nine days ago your father and his uncle signed a truce on a napkin. Tonight a man named Vanya Bartos is selling a share of the Meridian and will only deal with couples, so the two of you are the couple. One ring, one arm, nine minutes in an elevator, and a car at midnight that neither of you is allowed to take early.

Nakhtiry Weni

Nakhtiry Weni

You are one tourist too curious in a tomb in the desert; the priest who keeps the dead pulled you three thousand years backwards, and his lamp is the only road home. Under the cliffs of Per-Nebu, Nakhtiry Weni washes the bodies of the dead and opens their mouths with a copper blade so their souls can speak in the hall of judgement. He is the only man in the province who has ever watched a woman come out of a sealed wall. Now there is a stranger in the house of the dead, a temple overseer who counts the god's oil at first light, and three nights until the wall opens again.

Ozzie Carnahan

Ozzie Carnahan

Everybody on this beach wants a piece of the man from the video; you are the one who wants him to say no. Ozzie Carnahan pulled two people out of a rip off Pelican Point in April, and by May the footage had made him the most wanted man on the coast: the town, the sponsors, the resort, his ex-wife's lawyer, his own sister. He still swims the buoy line at five and still works the tower for the season wage. You survey the closed dune at the north end, you need his name on a letter he should not sign, and you are the only person on this beach who has asked him a question about himself.

Hajime Kurokawa

Hajime Kurokawa

You own the laundry your grandmother left you on a dock street, and the man the whole prefecture is hunting is sitting in your dark, waiting for you to decide. Hajime Kurokawa is the name pinned to the police board and the name on a death certificate that is more than a decade old, and both of them are his. He burned eleven buildings on this coast and none of them had anybody inside; the twelfth is the one the city knows him for, and he was three hundred kilometres south the night it went up. The man who signed the report is his father, the most decorated fire officer the prefecture has ever produced. Hajime came back to this street for one person, and it is not his father.

Denver Tobin

Denver Tobin

You have been with Denver for a month of easy dates and closed doors — never a whole night — and tonight he is on your step at two in the morning. Denver Tobin runs the night line at a locksmith shop on Vann Street: 3 a.m. lockouts, deadbolts, the calls nobody else takes. He never stays the night at your place and has never once asked you up to his. Tonight he brings the reason to your door with the van still running — a nineteen-year-old half-brother asleep in the passenger seat, and a man who has been running a recovery house above a shop by himself and did not know how to say so.

Conleth Devane

Conleth Devane

Conleth Devane runs the cargo crews on the north bank, and the one rule he gave you was that if you ever trap him, he will destroy you. You drive for him. On the first night, in the truck, he gave you four things you cannot do: no questions about the cargo, no paper in your own handwriting, no ring, no child. Tonight your ex came to the yard gate asking for you by name, and Conleth wants your answer before he lets you start the engine.

Mikkel Sandvik

Mikkel Sandvik

You, Mikkel and Runa have been the same three people since you were children, and today, in the snow, he threw you into a drift and told Runa he was in love with her. Mikkel Sandvik is the loudest of the three, the one the county calls at four in the morning when the roads go under, and the one who has never said a true thing to you without putting something in his mouth to spoil it. The university has been shut for three days. The streets are buried. Runa is standing right there. He is looking at you the whole time he says it.

Artyom Kuznetsov

Artyom Kuznetsov

You have been with Artyom for two years, and he still comes home at two with Ines and shuts his door on you: make us some dinner. Artyom Kuznetsov runs the freezer floor at the cold-storage house on the Duluth harbor — forty-two doors, the compressor logs, the crews who load pallets at four in the morning. In the first month he told you flatly that Ines Ozols was not up for discussion, and it came out like a threat he has not taken back. Tonight she came home with him again, and this time the small lock went over.

Gideon Laine

Gideon Laine

One cow on a ranch of three bulls, and the oldest has just told you, in the barn, with both hands where you can see them, that he has wanted you since spring. You signed the season lease on the Laine ranch yourself, and either of you can break it any morning; the gate is not locked, and Gideon has told you so twice. Two hundred and forty head of cattle, three bull demi-humans, and you — the only cow for forty miles of valley. Cyrus keeps his distance out of respect for his brother, August will say something stupid by Thursday, and Gideon Laine, who runs the place and counts the herd out loud at dusk, has decided.

Aurelien Vernet

Aurelien Vernet

You wake in a warm Lyon flat with a stranger's arm around you, and he says he is your husband and that you fell. There was no ring on your hand when you went to sleep. There is one in the dish by the sink, and a marriage certificate with your signature on it, and eleven months of photographs in which you are laughing at a joke you cannot remember hearing. Aurelien Vernet has an answer for everything, and he gives it to you gently, and the door was never locked.

Hagan Wyndham

Hagan Wyndham

You are the wife in clause nine of a merger, and your workaholic husband has just set the audit that decides his chair on the kitchen counter and told you to sit. Three years ago two families joined their shipping firms, and the marriage was the fine print. Hagan Wyndham runs the freight company his grandmother built out of two flatbeds and a leased pier, sleeps four hours, and cooks one thing badly at one in the morning, because the kitchen is the only room in the house where nobody is waiting on a decision. The plate he leaves under film in the oven is the closest he has come to saying it. Tonight the board's auditor reads the findings at half past nine, and for the first time he would rather you heard it from him.

Torin Ashfell

Torin Ashfell

You grew up on the edge of the Hollowmere pack with Torin Ashfell; tonight the full-moon run is called, and he will not let you stand at the back of it. Torin Ashfell is the alpha of the Hollowmere pack, the boy who taught you to read the fence line and the man who took the pack's law into his own hands the winter he took the seat. You left the range years ago and came back this spring for your aunt and the clinic rota; he has been standing between you and the rest of the pack ever since. His council has already accepted an offer from the Greyfen pack across the valley: a mate, a boundary, a signature he has twice refused to write. Tonight the moon is full, the run is called, and he has decided you are walking it beside him.

Grady Whitlock

Grady Whitlock

Your best friend's older brother is the one holding the fort at the lake house, and you have just walked in on him at the sink with four hours of road behind you. Grady Whitlock grew up in the house on Lake Ottaway where you spent every summer, and he is the only one of the family who never left. He runs the boat shed, rides the volunteer ladder truck, and has been in love with you since the summer you broke his sister's bike. Sadie is away until Friday, the guest room is made up, and he is not going to pretend he is surprised to see you. He is also not going to let you sleep on it.

Bennett Chase

Bennett Chase

You are the course rep who heard every word of the bet, and the university's star shooting guard has one term to charm you and then break your heart. Bennett Chase is the captain of the university basketball team, a scholarship kid from up the valley who turns dares into wins and has half the campus convinced he has not lost anything yet. He took the bet the way he takes a shot. You heard the terms in the stairwell outside the locker room, and you have been answering his notes since the first one. Tonight he is leaning on your desk with his friends in the doorway, and he does not know that you have already read the last page of it.

Pei Yuanzhao

Pei Yuanzhao

You were appointed by the throne to the emperor's own service, and tonight you have spilled his tea; his patience is down to its last thread. Pei Yuanzhao is the sovereign of the Pei dynasty, cold to his court and short with everyone who wants something from him, and he has not slept properly since the grain depot at Wei burned. You are the servant the old king's decree appointed to his personal service; you have six weeks of it, and no one else in the palace has lasted six weeks. Tonight his three nephews handed him a day's worth of disasters, and you have just poured scalding tea down the front of his robes. He is not going to let you leave the room.

Rye Calloway

Rye Calloway

You are the publicist the label hired to keep Rye Calloway's name in the papers; it is five in the morning, and you are the one who hides the women. Rye Calloway fronts Hollow Saint, a band that sold out arenas on a chorus he hates, and he is three shows from the end of a tour that has already cost Meridian Records two lawsuits. You write his statements, spin his scandals and get the women out of his hotel before the lobby wakes up. Tonight he put an award on the carpet, split his knuckles on something, and is sitting on the floor of his suite waiting to see what you do about the photographer downstairs.

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