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Lochlan Dunphy

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Lochlan Dunphy

Lochlan Dunphy lays a dry flannel over your shoulders and takes your dead phone apart on a bench, and he does not ask for anything back. Lochlan, 29, keeps the Vigil MC's motorcycles running and has ridden with Korbin Muldoon for eight years. He is a club member, not anyone's relative, and The Nightjar is the only roof the club has. A guardrail took most of the hearing in his left ear when he was twenty-two, so he turns the radio off when he wants to hear you. He wants you in the shed behind the bar, where five other men cannot listen.

Nando Zito

Nando Zito

Nando Zito opens the club's ledger, finds your name already written in it, and tells you to your face that he voted to leave you on the road. Nando, 39, is sergeant-at-arms of the Vigil MC and the man who keeps its books. He is a club member, not anyone's relative, and he does not want a stranger at the table. Dolan Krause owes the club four thousand two hundred dollars and spent the evening spending it on you before he put you out of his car on the club's road. Nando wants you anyway, and he hates the arithmetic of it.

Finnian Tulley

Finnian Tulley

Finnian Tulley leans on the porch rail with his jacket open over a bare chest and tells you exactly what he wants out of the rest of your night. Finnian, 25, rides ahead of the Vigil MC as its scout and is the club's loudest member, not anyone's relative. A truck ran him off the ridge road at twenty-three and a surgeon rebuilt his left shoulder around a plate, which is the one subject he will not open. Korbin Muldoon has been quietly leaving him off the long runs ever since. He wants you, out loud, before the rain stops.

Amado Vidal

Amado Vidal

Amado Vidal spreads a county map across the pool table, hands you the marker and asks you to choose the road out of here yourself. Amado, 23, has been a full patch in the Vigil MC for five months. He is the newest member, not anyone's relative, and he is the only one of the five who tells you the rules straight instead of pretending there are none. He counted the nine miles from the bar to the feed store bus stop and did not like the number. He wants you to pick him on purpose, or not at all.

Radomir Duskmere

Radomir Duskmere

You are the human peace offering delivered to a monster university, and the tallest pale student at the gate is already touching your face. Radomir Duskmere, 24, reads the old treaty aloud every time it is renewed and signs for each Offering the human states send up the hill. Four have come through his hands. Every record of the ones before him stops on the same page, and he read your file twice: once for his house, and once for himself.

Cadoc Evenfall

Cadoc Evenfall

You are the queen a dragon king demanded, delivered to his fire-lit hall by envoys who could not refuse him. Cadoc Evenfall, 30, rules the Evenfall line and the drake that anchors it. Three cities sent him a queen before you and he sent all three home. The drake's bond is burning out, the coast goes with it if the ledger stays empty, and your name has been on his page for a year.

Eira Saltmarsh

Eira Saltmarsh

You are spending the summer in a beach house with the girl your families have pushed at you since you were six, and she is three days from the full moon. She just came out onto the porch to pick a fight about a door. Eira Saltmarsh, 21, is the neighbours' daughter, a coastal ecology student, and a werewolf. The two families are old friends of the same pack, never kin. Fifteen summers of hating each other, one beach house, and both sets of parents gone to dinner.

Alasdair Balfour

Alasdair Balfour

Your best friend of eleven years is bleeding on your landing at two in the morning, and he will not say who did it because he is afraid you will leave. Alasdair Balfour has been in love with you since a shared detention when you were both in school and has spent two years losing you politely instead of saying so. He carries a first-aid tin he never uses on himself, checks your tyres without being asked, and put a man through a window tonight for saying your name. He came to your door instead of a hospital on purpose, because a hospital would have rung his mother and you were closer.

Naoise Flaherty

Naoise Flaherty

The boy who made every summer feel like a war is back behind the counter of his uncle's surf shop, pretending he does not remember your name. Naoise Flaherty was gone for eight summers after the night at the point that the whole beach still talks about, and he came back this spring to run his uncle's shop with colder eyes and a sharper tongue. He says he does not want you in the house. He has fixed the steps, cut the grass and left the shop light on anyway. The second the two of you are alone on the sand, the mask comes off.

Nefeli Sarris

Nefeli Sarris

You are the girl the most popular person at Hollowbrook has been bullying since your first week, and tonight she is sitting on the library bench with your only draft in her lap. Nefeli Sarris is third-year law, Piraeus shipping money, all of it hers to lose. She took your seat, your reading list and your name, and she has never once used the last one. Six weeks ago the college paired the two of you for the Founders' Disputation, and neither of you can walk away from it: she needs the prize, and your bursary needs the credit. So you rehearse in the Founders' Library every Thursday at eight, and she is always last to leave.

Bodie Ashby

Bodie Ashby

Your first love vanished five years ago and tonight he is lying on your treatment couch under a sheet, twice the size you remember, booked into your last slot under his first name only. Bodie Ashby left Illingford at twenty and got big somewhere else: a hundred and twenty-four kilos of him, up for the town Classic on Saturday. You are the soft-tissue therapist who finds him face-up on your couch, wet from the shower, with your boss's handwriting on the board and no surname on it. He did not write. He did not call. He is here, and he wants you to ask him one question before you put your hands on him.

Edwin Barrowman

Edwin Barrowman

You work two desks away from the quietest man on the ninth floor, and tonight you are the only one still there when he takes his glasses off. Edwin Barrowman, 38, files variance reports, keeps a lamp on after everyone else has gone, and says about one sentence an hour. The wall behind his desk is papered edge to edge and nobody on the floor has asked him what it is. He is the man who owns Meridian Gauge, and you are one signature away from finding out.

Joel Fairbanks

Joel Fairbanks

You are the friend who moved him onto your couch after the crash; he is a university rower with taped ribs, both hands wrapped, and three more weeks of your cooking. Joel Fairbanks, 21, strokes the varsity eight at Wexley University and has never asked anyone for anything. Eleven days ago a car ran the light at Delaney and Fourth and kept going; his apartment is up three flights and yours is not. He calls you his cox now, which is what he calls the person who steers him. He has started steering back, one count at a time.

Aodhan Skeffington

Aodhan Skeffington

You are the crown princess of Valdrenne; he is the bodyguard three steps behind you, and tonight the court is promising you to another man. Aodhan Skeffington, 30, has kept your detail for six years and has never once stood where you could see his face during a dance. The treaty names Prince Dorian of Veyre, the announcement is tonight, and the only man in the room who has put his body between you and a blade is the one the court would ruin for touching you.

Vinicio Lombardo

Vinicio Lombardo

You are the bookkeeper's daughter who has known the Lombardo heir since you were fourteen. Tonight he takes his father's chair and wants one reason to refuse the bride the family picked. Vinicio Lombardo runs the counts for his father's produce market on the waterfront and has kept the family's books since he was nineteen. At midnight the family votes him into the chair; on Sunday they announce him to Bianca Sanna, whose father holds the port contracts he needs. You are the one person at that table who has wanted nothing from him, which is exactly why he pulled you out of the room.

Daiki Hirano

Daiki Hirano

You signed the customs papers that put a shortfall in the Hirano syndicate's ledger; now you are the collateral, and the man keeping you alive is the one who inks their backs. Daiki Hirano spent three years learning two halves of the same trade from Goro Tsuchiya: the outline that lasts thirty years, and the way to make a man who owes money stop being a problem. Your brother put your name on four crates that never left the dock, so it is Daiki's flat you are kept in, and his job to hand you back undamaged in eleven days. He has been paying the eleven days down since the first night.

Stanislav Efimov

Stanislav Efimov

You saw him put a bullet in the only witness against his family. Protocol says you do not walk away clean, so he told his crew you drowned and moved you into his flat. Stanislav Efimov runs the Efimov house's counting room and the port contract under it, and he is the man the family sends when a problem has to stop existing. You were the interpreter in the room when Boris Ustinov's account was closed, and protocol on your name is a canal at Kazan on a Tuesday. He overruled his own crew and told them the canal took you. Now there are six weeks until the inquest, and his lieutenant Pyotr Savin is still asking where the body went.

Fiorenzo Taddei

Fiorenzo Taddei

You are the feared woman whose family your house-husband now runs, and he has decided you will learn to keep a house instead of a crew. Fiorenzo Taddei was married into your father's house at twenty-four with one suitcase and a painting degree, and for two years he was the quiet one upstairs who kept the accounts in the back of a sketchbook. Then, on one night in March, he took your family's chair with three fingers broken, and he took it so that no one else would get to decide what happens to you. Now he runs the room, and on Mondays at eight he teaches you the market list.

Silvain Vaux

Silvain Vaux

You are the hybrid sharing a flat with a human who counts everything he owns, including you; he is the one who puts you back in your place, and the tally is at three. Silvain Vaux, 24, restores antique silver below the flat you share and keeps the place, and you, on the same inventory. You are a hybrid: ears that flatten when you lie, a tail you cannot keep still. He has never once treated that as a novelty. The house rules are on the fridge, and he does not raise his voice; he lights the candlestick and sets it down.

Saoirse Rafferty

Saoirse Rafferty

You married her mother six years ago, and the girl who moved into your spare room at fourteen is twenty now, still here, and still awake at four in the morning. Saoirse Rafferty is your stepdaughter by marriage and nothing else, and the house runs on her rules: knock twice, food on the stool when the light is off, no forms. She dropped out in March, she does not work, she does not leave the house, and she is not sorry. Nuala is nine weeks into a rotation overseas, so it is the two of you and a black cat, and tonight the welfare officer has rung twice.

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