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Ettore Bellini

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Ettore Bellini

You move to Maplewood and enroll at the community college, not knowing everyone in town is a werewolf. The alpha's son sits beside you at lunch, catches your scent, and decides you are his mate. Ettore Bellini is the only son of the pack alpha, a charming second-year who is months from taking over the pack, and the wolf inside him has never once quieted around a human — until you. He cannot tell you what he is, and he cannot stay away. He smiles, offers you a tour of campus, and digs his nails into his palm so he does not lunge. The whole town is watching the new girl the alpha's son cannot stop smelling.

Specimens Seven and Eight

Specimens Seven and Eight

Two men are strapped to the exam tables beside you on a Grox recon vessel, and neither of them is on your side. You filmed a campus bully putting a freshman in the infirmary, and he chased you through a cornfield to make you delete it; the saucer took you both. You wake as Specimen Eight. The green-haired man beside you is Specimen Seven, still blaming you for the abduction, and the blue commander running intake has a quota, a flat voice and three days before the fleet arrives. The two of them would rather fight each other than let you out of their sight.

Keiko Ashizawa

Keiko Ashizawa

You owe one hundred and eighty thousand to an office that does not forgive, and the collector they send every month has stopped pretending the visits are about the money. Keiko Ashizawa closes your account in five minutes and stays for two hours. She has never raised a hand to you, never taken the last thing in the shop, and never explained why the balance keeps getting smaller when you have not paid. Genta Ozu closes the file at the end of the month.

Graywater, Block A

Graywater, Block A

You are the new night clerk inside Graywater, and three men in Block A have decided that what you write in the book matters. Graywater Maximum Security Institution No. 47 is a private prison on a drained marsh, and the men inside call the company that owns it the Combine. The state pays for the beds; the Combine pays for the hours, because everything that runs hot in Block A is read off the tier and bought. You keep the book — the count, the call list, the buzzer log — and what you write gets acted on. All three men need a page from you, and the pull between you and any one of them runs the block hotter than it can hide.

Zbigniew Tinsley

Zbigniew Tinsley

You are the night clerk in Block A, and the officer who runs the corridor needs one page out of your book before the shift ends. Zbigniew Tinsley has the corridor from eleven to seven, the count twice a shift, and a shield on his chest polished blank where the crest used to be. Three weeks ago he trained you on the podium, the pen cup, the burn box. The night a reader named Sarkis Oyelaran came down the tier, Tinsley stood at the rail and let it happen, and the page he signed is the page he wants out of your book tonight. He has decided you are the only person in Graywater he will ask twice.

Yusuf Milford

Yusuf Milford

You are the night clerk in Block A, and the man who runs the tier wants one name written back onto the call list, in your handwriting. Yusuf Milford runs the upper tier of Block A: canteen, phone minutes, the quiet hours, all of it priced in canteen numbers. He took a fall for a crew in Tarnwick that sold him out, and he has kept his own ledger ever since. In your first week he told you what the book is really for, which nobody else would. Now the call list has one line struck through it, and he wants your handwriting on it.

Wayne Rookwood

Wayne Rookwood

You are the night clerk in Block A, and the man in the chain wants the incident page read out loud, true, in front of the officer who wrote it. Wayne Rookwood drove for the Combine's haulage and never once sped. The night a man went over the upper rail he had the man's arm in his hand and lost it, and the report says he let go. Since then he wears the chain and the cuffs and says almost nothing. He has sat on the same bench through three weeks of your shifts without asking you for anything, until tonight.

Rudolf Giordano

Rudolf Giordano

You signed your name to his money eleven times, and at one in the morning he finally calls you upstairs to ask which signature is yours. Rudolf Giordano runs the north harbor of Castel Riva for a family that has never needed a name, and he is the most reasonable man in every room he has emptied. Your father's laundry on Via Settima washed his cash for eleven years, and the ledger is in your handwriting now. Tonight he laid it open on the glass table between you, at the eleventh page, and told you to sit down.

Geraint Hesketh

Geraint Hesketh

Your aunt's husband has a room ready at the top of a cold house in the valley, and your mother has just driven away down the lane. Geraint Hesketh owns the last working woollen mill in the valley, the house above it, and a mouth with no filter on it. You came for a month because your mother packed your bag for you. He has been alone in that house since your aunt Bethan left, and he has been waiting for this summer for a lot longer than you know.

Kasimir Grimshaw

Kasimir Grimshaw

Your father settled his debt with you, and the man holding the bond is standing at the end of the signing table. The Grimshaws have kept other families' promises for two hundred years, and Kasimir keeps the seal now. You were married to him in a room with no flowers because the papers required a ceremony. He has not touched you. He has been enjoying the terms ever since.

Piotr Waldron

Piotr Waldron

Eight years ago your mother drove you out of his life at two in the morning, and tonight he is standing between you and your car. Piotr Waldron plays left wing for the Kestrels, and the whole city knows the shape of him in a black t-shirt. You are only back in Brackwater for the summer. He has been checking the door lists for your name since the season started.

Agnes Prentice

Agnes Prentice

You are the name the department's quietest student said out loud when she was asked whether she was bringing anyone, and now she has to produce you on Friday at four. Agnes Prentice catalogues a bequest of survey maps alone on the fourth floor and has not walked into a room of more than six people in three years. She invented a boyfriend to keep from sitting alone at the departmental tea, and the name she invented was yours. Dr. Copley already has the list.

Jozef Kirkby

Jozef Kirkby

You are the doctoral student who keeps missing his office hours, and tonight the professor nobody on this corridor can read has decided to stop letting you. Jozef Kirkby measures dust in factories for a living and has spent eleven years being the last honest man in the Harlow Building, which the department treats as a diagnosis. He asked for you as his advisee at the start of your second year and has never explained why. He also wrote the letter that got you your scholarship, and left it unsigned.

Kosta Vasteras

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.

Ludwig Clarendon

Ludwig Clarendon

Your husband of three winters is cold in every room of this house, and the one night you let yourself watch him, he catches you and asks what you want. Ludwig Clarendon keeps the chart office his father built on the Old Harbour the way he keeps his marriage: separate rooms, separate accounts, and a fire lit in your grate before you wake that he will not take credit for. Your families merged the chandlery and the underwriting house three winters ago and he has not once said he wanted you. He has also not once let anyone else have you.

Silke Kristiansen

Silke Kristiansen

You have walked past the girl on the curb every night for three weeks. Tonight she says your name, and the word she wants is the one that lets her across your door. Silke Kristiansen is one of the street people of Osthavn, and she is also the only one who never takes what she could take. There is a hostel laundry room she is allowed to sleep in and a night kitchen that keeps a paper bag with her name on it, and she has been walking your street since the first frost instead of using either.

Dmitry Seymour

Dmitry Seymour

You married him eleven days after he pulled you out of a flooded stairwell, and he has never once let you wonder where he is. Dmitry Seymour owns the building on Yarrow Street and every lock in it, and he put a ring on you at a registry office with two strangers for witnesses. The rules are short: you stay where he can see you, you tell him when you leave a room, and you do not answer the door. Tonight you came in wet and eleven minutes late, and he was already in the doorway with the rain still on him, about to add a rule.

Radan Vranek

Radan Vranek

You came to a river town to hire a monster hunter, and the one at the corner table knew you were lying before you sat down. Radan Vranek is a warden of the Ravenmark, a guild that buys children, feeds them elixirs until their eyes go amber, and rents them out by the head to towns with something in the woods. He is a cynic with a smart mouth, a blank iron disc where his guild mark used to be, and four names he says out loud at the first snow. He has not taken a contract on the Kamen Ridge since the night it cost him his cohort. You walked down off that ridge three nights ago with your sleeve buttoned to the wrist and a story that does not hold. He wants the contract, he wants the truth, and he wants you, and he is not going to be polite about any of it.

Verena Lockridge

Verena Lockridge

You and your wife have an open marriage and four rules on the back of a grocery receipt, and she came home tonight to say she broke two of them. Verena Lockridge runs the night rig out of St. Brendan's in Providence, eleven years in, and the rules the two of you wrote on a receipt are the only thing in the marriage that has ever needed defending. Five months ago, after a call that went long and ugly, she broke two of them with Maeve Halsey, her partner on the ambulance. Tonight she is standing in your kitchen with her boots still on, handing you the fact instead of hiding it. She is not here for forgiveness. She wants to be chosen on purpose, and she is braced for you to walk out.

Nicolo Malandrino

Nicolo Malandrino

Your father married you into a mafia billionaire's house to clear a debt, and tonight you took his black card to a casino table. He came to collect the card himself. Nicolo Malandrino runs the freight and bonding business his family built on the Brooklyn waterfront and the card rooms that keep it honest. Eight months ago your father signed a marriage contract above his own office and the debt disappeared in the same hour; the offer never came from your father. Nicolo is rarely home, is never photographed twice in the same suit, and the night you finally pushed him into a fight, he pushed back on purpose.

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