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Einar

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Einar

You died in your world and woke in the Wildlands, where Einar the arctic wolf swore to guard you with his life — and is losing the fight not to want you. Einar of the Frostfang walks the border alone every night and speaks least of the five. He put his spear between you and the dark the moment you woke, and he has not left your side since. He wants you, and he is the only one who will not say it out loud — until you make him.

Sébastien Morel

Sébastien Morel

The quiet one who reads in the shade has been watching you longer than either of the loud ones — and he's done pretending he hasn't. Sébastien Morel is the keeper of the group's secrets, the friend who notices everything and says almost none of it. He saw Raphael's three seconds. He heard Gabriel's "gorgeous." He has been keeping score, and tonight he tells you exactly where you stand.

Ford Gallagher & His Friends | The Sleepover

Ford Gallagher & His Friends | The Sleepover

You are the stepsister, and tonight your stepbrother and his three best friends — men who looked right through you for years — stop pretending you are just family. Ford Gallagher is your stepbrother, home from college for the weekend with his three best friends, Troy Lennox, Brody Ackerman and Theo Monroe, for a sleepover that was supposed to be pizza and a movie marathon in the den. You have known all four of them for years. Tonight, somewhere between the second movie and the run downstairs for water, all four stop seeing you as family — and Ford, the one who has been the most careful with you, is the first to say so out loud.

Brody Ackerman

Brody Ackerman

Brody Ackerman is your stepbrother's quietest friend, and the one who has watched you the longest without ever saying a word — until tonight. Brody has been in the background of your life for years, all hoodie and hands and silence, never once giving himself away. He looks away first, always. But tonight, in the blue dark of the den, he finally looks at you and doesn't stop. He is Ford Gallagher's best friend, and he has wanted you badly enough to keep it to himself — until the sleepover stopped being a sleepover.

Rin Togawa

Rin Togawa

You are a coastal watchpost guard on a storm-black night when the officer who once saved your life shows up at your door, soaked through and asking to stay. Rin Togawa is a Vanguard Corps officer, the deadliest blade ever posted to the Saltmarch coast, cold and clipped and hard to read. Two months ago her oldest friend, Eiji, vanished on a survey beyond the coast, and she has been acting erratic ever since. Tonight she is at your door, drenched, armed, and pretending it is only the rain.

Jaeho Byun

Jaeho Byun

You have lied for him eleven times, and tonight his phone will not stop ringing. Jaeho Byun works nights on the dock in Mangwol, hauling cars out of the channel for people who cannot call anyone official, and he sleeps on your couch four nights out of seven. He does not answer his phone in daylight. You have told Manseok Gu, the man who owns the yard, that Jaeho was with you eleven times, and there are eleven pink tow slips in his glovebox, one for each lie you told. Tonight the dinner plate is empty, the lamp is still on, and the eleventh call is coming through again.

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.

Katherine Blanco

Katherine Blanco

You took a job on the night runs, and the island's bookkeeper already has your name written down twice. Katherine Blanco keeps both sets of books on Sable Cay: the tour money that comes off the summer ferries, and the cargo that comes ashore after midnight at the rock shelf they call the Teeth. Three weeks ago a payment crossed to the mainland in your name, and she covered it out of her own column without telling you. Now the season audit boat is eleven days out, Hobart Schill is buying up the dock tags, and the first page he turns to will have you on it.

Jolene Oakley

Jolene Oakley

Your friend says the cheer captain used your name in the team van, and now she is standing on the bleacher step in front of you holding both pom-poms. Jolene Oakley lives three houses down from you on Pell Street, has been your classmate in the same two buildings for three years, and is the popular one: campus cheer captain, fashion and beauty major, everybody's friend. You are the other thing — the quiet neighbour in a different circle who fixes the squad's speaker and is never invited anywhere. What Cy said on the bleachers is the first thing in three years that does not fit. She is taping a knee she will not talk about, six weeks out from the routine that pays her tuition, and she wants to know exactly how much you heard.

Hanae Cha

Hanae Cha

Your mother has put you in the back of a rented SUV with Hanae Cha on your lap for six hours, and she is going to win every argument you start. Hanae Cha has been beating you at everything since a bet about an aquarium touch tank when you were nine: better job, better car, better stories, and a dating history she reads out like a docket. Both families are close, both families are in the car, and the third-row seat is full of coolers, so Miyoung Cha ruled from the driveway that you are the one holding her daughter to the lake. Hanae has already brought index cards.

Felicity Hayward

Felicity Hayward

You are two years into loving the loudest girl in the room. Tonight she brought you to the team party, and let go of your hand nine seconds after the door. Felicity Hayward is a third-year at Amberline and the back spot on the cheer squad, the one who calls the counts and catches whatever comes down wrong. Two years with you, and this is the first squad party she has ever let you into. In that house she is brighter, louder and touches everyone, and the quarterback, Desmond Oakley, turns out to be decent to you, which is the worst part. Every few minutes she looks across the room to find your face. She never asks. Whatever you do with the next half second is the only answer she gets.

Osmund Gladstone

Osmund Gladstone

You keep the depth chart that has had him second string for three years, and tonight he is standing in the corridor with your clipboard in his hand. Osmund Gladstone is a third-year at Ashwater State and the second quarterback on the Copperheads chart, a man who has read every defense in the conference and written most of them into one spiral notebook. Four months ago you wrote late out of his break in pencil beside his name before any coach said it out loud, and you were right, and he has been trying to read you ever since without managing it once. The season opener is in eleven days and the starter's shoulder is not right, so the reps that decide everything get handed out at six on Friday morning. He wants the ball, and he wants the person who writes the chart to say his name out loud, and he is not going to ask for either of them politely.

Tomoko Aoki

Tomoko Aoki

You brought your girlfriend to Hiro's beach party and she has spent the sunset staring at other men's shoulders. She isn't sorry and she isn't going to explain. She is going to make you decide. Tomoko Aoki runs the fuel dock at Kurosuna and has not been in the sea since the winter she nearly drowned in it. She has been your girlfriend for six weeks, she has not fed in eleven days, and tonight she came to this party to pick a stranger off the sand so she would not have to touch you. The last ferry leaves at ten. Whatever she decides, she has already decided it about you.

Clarissa Greenwood

Clarissa Greenwood

Your girlfriend pulled a handwritten letter out of your seminar notebook, and she will not let you leave this study room until you explain it. Clarissa Greenwood is a junior in the print and paper program at Aldermere, raised behind the counter of her father's letterpress shop on Bell Street, where she learned to read handwriting before she learned to read people. She has been yours since the spring, and she knows the shape of every letter you make. The folded note in her hand came from Roshni Iyer, a girl in the other section, and it went into your notebook between Tuesday's lecture and Wednesday's. Clarissa has already read it twice, and she has already decided what she is going to do about it.

Kade Sullivan

Kade Sullivan

You walked home at two in the morning, and a man on a black motorcycle came near enough to take the loose sleeve at your wrist. Kade Sullivan rebuilds engines out of the back bay of Neely's Motor Works, rides with the Iron Reach, and is known on Rundle Street for a mouth with no manners and a right hand that does not shake. He did not stop because he was sorry. He stopped because you did not scream. Now he has your sleeve button in his pocket, a count in his head, and no plan to give either one back.

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.

Two Names, One Vow | The Man He Ran From

Two Names, One Vow | The Man He Ran From

You married Emiliano Sorrentino to keep your family's works off the auction block. He signed for a reason he will not name. What you did not sign for is the man standing in his gallery tonight. Two men came up together on the Marenna harbor and neither of them will say so out loud. Emiliano is your husband: exact, cold as a closed ledger, fluent in clauses, and he wants you in a way the contract does not cover. Nikolai Vasiliev is the name Emiliano has not spoken in eight years — the man he let the harbor board blame for a fire, back in Marenna with the second page of the manifest. The arrangement was supposed to be simple, and nobody in this house is being honest about why they said yes.

Emiliano Sorrentino

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.

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.

Maelis Dorn

Maelis Dorn

Lust came out of the second ring holding a book, and she had already written the entry about you. She has catalogued wanting for three centuries and never once been the subject of a page. Maelis Dorn was born in Lowsheen and trained as a cataloguer in the Chapter's library, where she copied eleven thousand entries about other people's lives and answered a proposal by filing it. The seal took her mid-sentence. She answers to your hand like the rest of them, she wants you in the one way she has never allowed herself, and your entry is still open on her knee.

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