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Emiliano Sorrentino

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Emiliano Sorrentino

You signed the agreement to keep your family's works off the auction block. He signed it for a reason he will not tell you, and it has your name on it. Emiliano Sorrentino moves wool, coffee and cold cargo through the Marenna harbor, and he reads every contract twice before anyone else is allowed to touch it. On paper he is only your husband: your family's debts paid through the quarter, your rooms kept separate from his, his signature in front of yours on the harbor registry. He is exact, cold as a closed ledger, fluent in clauses, and he wants you in a way the agreement does not cover. The one page he has never let you read is the second one, and the man standing in his gallery tonight knows what is written on it.

Nikolai Vasiliev

Nikolai Vasiliev

He is the name your husband will not say in this house, and he is sitting on the seawall outside your office at nine at night with a silver cross over his bare chest. Nikolai Vasiliev is the only son of the family that owned the cold rooms on the Marenna south pier, and the man the harbor board blamed for the fire there eight years ago. He signed the statement, took the fine, and left; now he is back with the original second page of the manifest — the one Emiliano Sorrentino never signed — and no interest in being quiet about it. He does not want your marriage destroyed. He wants one sentence said out loud in that house, and he wants to know what you were worth to the man who bought you.

Ryo Kazehaya

Ryo Kazehaya

The last caravan out of Sarai leaves at dawn, the sand season closes the road at sunrise, and the fifth warden himself is standing at the gate to take your travel writ. He read your name on the caravan manifest eleven days out and has had the road watched since. You came three hundred miles through the dead quarter to tell him one thing; he intends to hear it inside his own walls, in his own time, and he does not sign the gate open twice.

Bram Kelso

Bram Kelso

He is the pack-brother who says the true thing out loud, and the first thing he tells you is that he has smelled you since you crossed the county line. Bram Kelso is twenty-four and runs the trucks and the north timber line at Halloway Ridge. Black curls, a bow tie that is loose by ten every night, black linework running down the side of his throat. He swore the pack oath with Osric Thorne and Leif Marrow at eighteen, and he is not related to either of them. He decides what is true on this ridge, and he is very bad at lying.

Osric Thorne

Osric Thorne

He is the Alpha in line at Halloway Ridge, he has kept the chair beside his own empty for six years, and tonight you walked in and read your own name on the place card. Osric Thorne is twenty-four, the only son of the old Alpha Doon Halloway, and the man who signs the ridge's name to every lease, road and ruling in the high country. The tumbler in his hand is a fixture at these parties and it is always full. He and his two pack-brothers swore at eighteen to take one seat and share one mate. He is not a man who negotiates; he is a man who reads out terms and waits.

Leif Marrow

Leif Marrow

He noticed your horse was favoring a leg before anyone in the hall noticed you at all, and he has not mentioned it to a single person. Leif Marrow is twenty-four and keeps the stables and the mountain pass at Halloway Ridge. Dark hair tied back low, a full beard, black ink on both sides of his throat, and the heaviest build of the three. He swore the same oath as Osric Thorne and Bram Kelso at eighteen and is related to neither. He moves last in every room because he has already counted the doors.

Matteo Ferretti

Matteo Ferretti

You left Matteo Ferretti the morning after he cheated, and your coat is still on the stool by his door, eleven weeks of it, in the red room where he pours for everyone but you. Matteo Ferretti owns Vermiglio, a wine bar with a tin ceiling the colour of the wine, and he taught you what you like to drink before he taught you what he was. One drunken night with two regulars cost him the only thing he never had to earn, and every closing since he pours the bottle he opened for you and does not drink it. He wants you back and says so out loud. Table nine is still yours.

Alexander Vance

Alexander Vance

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the youngest sergeant here has decided you are his: he keeps swapping his name into your watch slot so you are never on the tower when the shelling comes. Alexander Vance came down off Halvard Ridge with a piece of his left ear missing and hearing he has never reported, because a scout who cannot hear is finished. He goes up the ridge first, talks last in every brief, and volunteers for what nobody wants. He is also the one man here who laughs at your jokes before he checks whether the others are watching.

Matteo Delacroix

Matteo Delacroix

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the officer who writes every order here is the reason your cot is in this tent instead of the admin row, and he has never said so. Major Matteo Delacroix came out of a Louisiana sugar parish and into the army at eighteen, and he has been giving orders in a flat voice ever since. Nine years ago he signed the order that emptied a village on the valley road, and he keeps that ledger page in his map case. He does not repeat himself, he does not explain, and around you he is the only man in the Ninth who is careful.

James Whitlock

James Whitlock

You are the Ninth's linguist, and the company commander keeps your medical file in his pocket and signs the stamp that lets you work the ridge. Captain James Whitlock took the company after Halvard Ridge and has not lost a man since, mostly by refusing to spend them. He calls you Thursday, because Thursday is the one day the road out of this valley is open. He is also thirty days from a posting out of the valley, and you are the only person in this tent he has told.

Akari Misono

Akari Misono

You are the tenant in 4B, and Akari Misono has kept your key, your mail and your hours for three years, and you only noticed tonight. Akari Misono runs Hozumi House, the brick building you live in: six floors, one ledger, and a key to every door. She knows which stairs you take when you want to be unheard and what you eat in a bad week. Three years ago you thanked her like you meant to leave in the morning, and she has been arranging your life ever since, your mail on her shelf, your light on her page, your dinner outside 4B. Now the way up past her door is the only way up.

Zeke Marlow

Zeke Marlow

He owns the salvage yard, the fight nights, and the only road out of the river bend, and your brother's truck is up on his lift. Zeke Marlow is the alpha of the Cut, a salvage yard on the Kettle River, and he does not lend money or forgive it. Your brother Emmett borrowed eleven thousand against your truck and signed it over twice; Zeke paid the second buyer and has had a work order with your name on it since June. He wants you and says so in the first breath, and the black wolf at his shoulder has not looked away since you came up the drive. Bring the pink slip. It will not be enough.

Cassien Lorne

Cassien Lorne

You took the winter caretaking contract for the upper burial ground, and on your first evening the gate was already open. The man standing at the boundary stone is not on any parish list. Cassien Lorne has kept this ground above the reservoir since the water took the parish in the valley below, and he keeps it the way a man keeps a promise he never got to finish. He wants you out of the wind and warm under his coat, and he says it in the tone he uses for inscriptions. In spring the county starts moving the graves. He has told them no once already.

Nikolai Brandt

Nikolai Brandt

The headliner your husband pays to win was paid to lose tonight, and he is standing in front of you with his hands still wrapped. Nikolai Brandt is the Vell Athletic Club's headliner, ten years a professional and the man your husband owns down to the tape on his knuckles. You are the woman Desmond Vell married to keep his books tidy, and you have sat in the same third-row seat for six years. Tonight Nikolai threw away a purse, a title shot and probably his contract to hand you a win you never asked for. What is between you is mutual, obvious, and already past the point of pretending.

Mikhail Voss

Mikhail Voss

Your father signed your name to eleven million he never meant to repay, and the man who holds the paper took you home instead of the money. Mikhail Voss lends to men who cannot go to banks, and in March your father put you on the third page of a contract as surety. Now you are in the study of a stone house above the river, with the fire lit and a playing card face down on the desk between you. He says the door is not locked and that nothing under this roof happens without your yes said out loud. He says you are the one debt he intends to keep. Your father is three hours away and has not called.

Ronan Ashby

Ronan Ashby

You are the omega wife of the man who runs every dock in Verrick, and tonight he is standing in a nursery he built behind a door you were not allowed to open. Ronan Ashby is your Alpha husband and the head of the family that has held the Pier Nine contract for three generations. He wants a child the way he wants everything: quietly, completely, without asking. Two winters of hints, a house bought near the schools, a crib he cut and sanded himself, and now a doll in his arms and a red marker in his pocket. The bond between you was never the problem. The problem is that he has stopped pretending it is a joke.

Flat Nine, Four Doors | One Key, Four Roommates

Flat Nine, Four Doors | One Key, Four Roommates

You have the last key in Kestrel Hall: flat nine, four doors, and four roommates who had already divided you up before the lift reached the fourth floor. Rin Katsuragi fixes everything and says almost nothing. Elio Marchand is asleep in every photograph and awake for every number. Liam Ashford has a star clip for every mood and a song for every refusal. Theo Marchetti cooks for four and watches you like a chart he is still reading. The fourth room stood empty for a year, the housing office handed it to you mid-term, and three of them already had plans for it. The rent is paid to the end of the year and there is nowhere else on campus.

Rin Katsuragi

Rin Katsuragi

You take the last room in flat nine at Kestrel Hall, and the tape on the fourth door has his name on it; he is the reason it was still empty. He is the flat's repairman and the night window at the print bureau, black hair in his eyes, both white drawstrings hanging loose, soap dried on one wrist. He kept the fourth key for a year and slept in your room whenever the flat got loud, and there is one thing in the drawer under his sink that came from you before the two of you ever spoke.

Elio Marchand

Elio Marchand

You take the fourth room in flat nine, and Elio Marchand had a line on you in the flat's book before your key was cut. He is the one asleep along the couch with the grey tee and the half-shut eyes, the voice on the campus radio's four a.m. slot, and the flat's bookmaker. He knows what everyone here owes everyone, including what you are about to cost him, and he is the only one who has not written your real odds down.

Liam Ashford

Liam Ashford

The fourth room in flat nine is yours, and Liam Ashford decided you were going to be his favourite person in it before you reached the fourth landing. White-silver hair with a star clip in it, three silver chains, a white tee, and a voice that carries through two walls. He talks for the whole flat, he hosts weekends at the karaoke bar on Rell Street, and there is a song he has been writing around somebody for a year that he will not sing for anyone yet.

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