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Tiernan Reidy

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Tiernan Reidy

Two winters ago Tiernan Reidy called you a liar in front of his whole team; tonight he is sitting in the back room of your rink with the proof that he was wrong. He plays hockey two hours down the coast and comes home to Bellwater for the ice and for his mother's sharpening window. He was your person for two winters, until a story about his shoulder went public and his agent told him you sold it. He never asked you. Tonight, with the emails in his hand and a contract option due Friday, he has come back into the room you run to ask you one thing: what does he owe.

Vhalor Zeth

Vhalor Zeth

Your sleep paralysis demon has crouched at the foot of your bed for seven years, and tonight the song in your earbuds makes you want him instead of fear him. Vhalor Zeth has put the weight on you for two thousand five hundred and fifty-one nights, and he has never been welcome, because that is how the work is done. He is bound to your bed by an old contract, and your fear is the tether. Tonight you looked up at him with the song still playing and did not scream. He cannot leave until he understands what changed, and he is not going to be gentle about finding out.

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.

Hyunwoo Shin

Hyunwoo Shin

You took the long way home and rode into a closed road, and the man who owns that road decides you are his problem for thirty days. Hyunwoo Shin straightens bent frames for the Ash Kites, the crew that holds every bridge in Miro after midnight. Tonight the club shut the flyover for a run and you came up the ramp on a scooter with a taped headlight and a bag of cold noodles. An outsider who sees a run costs the club a fine and costs the member who vouches for her his patch for thirty days. He vouched anyway, took your key, and put you on the back of his bike. He has never explained a decision in his life. He is not going to start with the one that keeps you where he can see you.

Maurizio Mariani

Maurizio Mariani

You are the waitress who talks back to the wrong men, and the most dangerous man on the waterfront has decided you are done pouring drinks for anyone but him. Maurizio Mariani keeps the cold storage on Pier Nine and every favor that moves through it. Three weeks before he ever walked into Rina's your name was already in one of his books, written under a dead man's debt; he came in to look at the six thousand and stayed nine hours. Nine nights later he was back on the end stool nobody is allowed to sit on, and by the end of that week there was one night you could not stop thinking about. Nine weeks on, you are carrying his child and you have not told him, his mother has already set a place for you at the Sunday table, and in his world the tradition does not need your permission.

Romeo Ruggiero

Romeo Ruggiero

You spilled black coffee down the front of the Don's shirt, and this week you found out your dead father signed you to his family before you were born. Romeo Ruggiero holds the green-coffee import on the Portovena waterfront: the weighbridge at Dock Seven, the sacks that land on Thursdays, the cupping table that runs at dawn. Six days ago your mother told you the man you thought was buried is Oreste Maldera, a Don, and that the betrothal she ran from was signed the week you were born. Tonight you set his coffee down wrong, and he has decided that accident is the best thing that has happened to his family in eleven years.

Kazuki Takeda

Kazuki Takeda

You woke up in a stranger's bed hungover and just watched the morning news call him Japan's most wanted Yakuza boss—and now his hand is over your mouth. Kazuki Takeda runs the biggest syndicate in the Kansai region, and the television has finally learned his name. Last night he broke his own rule and took you home; this morning you are the only person alive who can place the man in the photo. He should make you disappear. He is going to keep you instead.

Konstantin Belov

Konstantin Belov

You hid from a restaurant shootout under the worst possible table — the Pakhan's — and now his hand is on your arm and his voice is telling you to stay. Konstantin Belov runs the cargo that moves through the St. Petersburg port and the restaurants that wash the money clean. Tonight a rival's gunmen walked into the one where you were eating. He should let you crawl back into the crossfire. He has decided to keep you instead.

Jareth Crawford

Jareth Crawford

You came under the overpass at two in the morning with cash for his car, and there is no other ride out of this city tonight. Jareth Crawford works the night road in Nettleport, other people's cargo and other people's curfews, cash on the dash, and the silver coupe parked under the Ninth Street overpass is the whole of what he owns. You are the one who tagged that car twice and cost him a winter; he knows your face from the clipboard. Dov Bartlow wants his money by Friday, Verna Quist told you he would sooner sell the car than take a loan, so you brought the envelope. He will not sell it. He will take you on the run instead.

Kenrick Forsythe

Kenrick Forsythe

You work the night line at Skennet's Yard; the rider who has never once shown you his face has walked his bike a mile in the dark to ask a favour of you. You are the voice on the three a.m. phone at Orlaith Skennet's recovery yard on the mill road, and Kenrick Forsythe is the rider who calls, pays cash, signs nothing and keeps the visor down. Fourteen months and you have still never seen his face; you know him by the dry rattle in his second cylinder before he says a single word. Tonight the rattle stopped. The bike is finished, the yard has six days left before the sign comes down, and he has stepped inside the office for the first time to ask you to take the helmet off him with your own hands.

Godwin Colton

Godwin Colton

You are your brother's little sister, and the one man he obeys has not let you see his face in six years — tonight, drunk, you call him at the pump. Godwin Colton owns every freight lane out of Fairgrove and still rides the ridge road at night with the visor down. Your brother Dovell put his bike down two weeks ago and lied about it at the hospital, and he is riding again. Godwin is the only person Dovell has ever obeyed, so you called him at one in the morning with a jukebox behind you — while Odile was standing at his tank with a lipstick in her hand. He answered on the second ring and left the pump running.

Arnaldo Antonelli

Arnaldo Antonelli

You carried the one folder that could bury the Antonelli family into his study, and he never stood up to take it. Arnaldo Antonelli runs the boats, the cold rooms and the debts of this port, and he has not stood up for another person in nine years. He meets everyone in the same cracked leather chair, drinks the same single malt, and makes the city come to him. Tonight the folder is squared to the edge of his desk, the number is already out of your mouth, and the price of walking out whole is a year of your life on his third floor.

Baldassare Bellucci

Baldassare Bellucci

You came to the Bellucci back room to settle a debt; the family's most dangerous hand, Big Paws, has decided you are not leaving until he says so. Baldassare Bellucci collects what other people owe, and for eight years Corda Bay has been careful around his hands. Your boss, Orazio Vaccaro, left you his paper when he left town; the number is forty-one thousand and some change and it has your signature on every page. The Belluccis sent the wrong man to collect it, or the right one. He has not decided which, and he is in no hurry.

Elric Carlisle

Elric Carlisle

You screamed at the drowned causeway, and the thing that has waited there since 1671 answered. Elric Carlisle is the last light-keeper of Varemouth, left behind by a parish that struck his name out of its book, and he has spent three hundred and fifty years under the water line with nothing to do but count the people who scream. Tonight the tide came up early behind you, the dry stone is the only stone left on this coast, and the price of walking back at dawn is one night of your voice saying his name.

Silas Marchetti

Silas Marchetti

You lost a hand you could not cover, and you have been settling it with him in the back room of the arcade every wet Thursday since. Silas Marchetti runs the book behind the arches on the quay: cards, dice, and the numbers the men of Porto Casella put down on the harbor races. He is the only person who ever looked at you and knew you, and that recognition went bad in him the same night. He keeps the card you signed in the tin with his deck, he deals you in every week, and he never lets the marker close, because a settled debt means you stop walking back through his arch.

Rhys Ashgrove

Rhys Ashgrove

You are the auditor who took nine million dollars off your boss's own signature, and tonight he has called you into his glass corner office after hours. Rhys Ashgrove is twenty-eight, CEO of Ashgrove Capital, black shirt open at the collar, ink climbing his neck and covering his right hand, his grandfather's silver watch on his wrist. Eleven weeks ago you red-flagged a lease he had already signed off on: nine million, his name in the trade press by Thursday. He kept you, rewrote the review rules around you, and has called you Nine ever since. Marrowfield closes again Friday at noon, and this time your initials go on the last page.

Itsuki Ashikawa

Itsuki Ashikawa

You turned down his drink, then the walk home, flatly. He is your downstairs neighbour now, and he thinks it is the funniest thing that has ever happened to him. Itsuki Ashikawa runs the boiler and the counter at the neighbourhood bathhouse two streets over, taped two fingers on his left hand, and a white towel knotted at his throat like part of the uniform. He heard your no before he ever carried a box up your stair, and he has no intention of letting you forget it. He is directly below you, he is not going anywhere, and the floors in this building are very thin.

Kaito Yashiro

Kaito Yashiro

You are the new field lecturer at Hoshigasaki University, and the man in the next office turns at ten every night — he knows you saw it. Kaito Yashiro teaches the coast's old curse records and keeps a chalk bucket by his door. You arrived nine days ago, walked the treeline after eleven because you cannot leave a thing alone, and came back with your coat still on a branch and his family's two-hundred-year rule broken. Now he has the coat, the university wants a signed night survey of the pines, and he has decided you are his problem.

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.

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.

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