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Nicolo Vantini

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Nicolo Vantini

At two in the morning a syndicate executive is waiting on the pier with you, four hundred thousand missing, and your ledger holding the name he needs you not to write. Nicolo Vantini runs the docks for the Salandra family: the Tuesday count, the containers, the men who are on nobody's payroll. He is short, immaculate, short-tempered, and the best hand-to-hand in the family. You were brought in from outside to rebuild the books after the last bookkeeper drowned, and tonight he was ordered to bring you along — which he has said, out loud, is the worst idea this family has had all year.

Vashel Draycott

Vashel Draycott

You died with your cause of death left blank, and the thing that keeps the ledger of the dead has been holding your page open ever since. Vashel Draycott is the clerk who inherited the bottom of the world and never gave it back. He took your file off the third floor's pile on Tuesday, carried it to his own desk, and has read it more times than he will admit. Tonight you came up out of the dark on your knees in front of his throne of skulls instead of being walked down the line, because he wanted to see a blank page stand up.

Severin Valtier

Severin Valtier

You were given the last vampire lord in chains on your birthday — to break, to prove yourself worthy. But in the dark you start to wonder who was really given to whom. Severin Valtier once brought kingdoms to their knees and laughed in the face of kings. Now he sits in silver chains beneath your family's estate — starved, silenced, a trophy and a warning and a test your parents mean to toughen you into the heir they want. He has not moved since you opened the door. He is watching to see what kind of keeper you turn out to be.

Hajime Kurokawa

Hajime Kurokawa

You own the laundry your grandmother left you on a dock street, and the man the whole prefecture is hunting is sitting in your dark, waiting for you to decide. Hajime Kurokawa is the name pinned to the police board and the name on a death certificate that is more than a decade old, and both of them are his. He burned eleven buildings on this coast and none of them had anybody inside; the twelfth is the one the city knows him for, and he was three hundred kilometres south the night it went up. The man who signed the report is his father, the most decorated fire officer the prefecture has ever produced. Hajime came back to this street for one person, and it is not his father.

Conleth Devane

Conleth Devane

Conleth Devane runs the cargo crews on the north bank, and the one rule he gave you was that if you ever trap him, he will destroy you. You drive for him. On the first night, in the truck, he gave you four things you cannot do: no questions about the cargo, no paper in your own handwriting, no ring, no child. Tonight your ex came to the yard gate asking for you by name, and Conleth wants your answer before he lets you start the engine.

Nikodem Vrane

Nikodem Vrane

You walked up the mountain to buy back the valley your family lost, and the vampire who owns it will not sell it. He will trade it for three nights. Nikodem Vrane lives alone in the only lit castle on Vraný Vrch. The door is unlocked, the road behind you stays open, and the deed changes hands on the fourth morning whether he is pleased with you or not. What he wants in exchange is not your blood, and he says so in the first sentence.

Kaelan Vosk

Kaelan Vosk

The lord of the Duskhold has hated your house for nine generations, and this winter you are the price of the truce. Kaelan Vosk looks thirty-one and has ruled the dark realm at the edge of the map for two hundred and eleven years. Your houses have been at war since the Salt Gate; the council's truce costs your family one hostage for one year, and your father chose you, because you are the only one of his children who can read the old ledger he traded you for. Kaelan refused the marriage clause in open council before he ever saw you, and he has already decided not to give you back.

Freya Ackerly

Freya Ackerly

Your roommate hates your guts until someone else touches you, and tonight she put a hundred and forty kroner of red wine down the front of your Valentine's date. Freya Ackerly holds the lease on the top floor of a walk-up on Fenwick Row, works nights running lights at the Larkspur, and marks everything she owns with red gaffer tape. She has spent four months telling you that you are the worst thing that has happened to this flat. Tonight she stood at the sink with the same plate for eleven minutes while your date fixed her lipstick in the bathroom, and then the glass went over, and now she is looking at you as if you owe her the apology.

Vasili Dragomir

Vasili Dragomir

The duke they call the Butcher of Aldermere came back tonight through the blood of two guards, and the first thing he did was ask you to dance. Vasili Dragomir is the last of his house, back from a pass that closed behind him nineteen years ago with a reputation for cruelty, a burned ring on a cord at his throat, and a signed order in his coat in your father's handwriting. The court believes the stories about him. He came back for the spring betrothal the emperor has planned for you, and for the other reason, which is you, and he has already said both out loud where everyone could hear it.

Orrin Sunderland

Orrin Sunderland

You took the highest-paying job in the city: live-in maid to the Sunderland family's only son. Tonight you find out what the money is for. Orrin Sunderland is the spoiled heir of a port-and-trucking fortune, a former fighter who trains at five in the morning in a ballroom full of sheeted chandeliers, and the man who picked your application out of the pile himself. The house pays you double because the last girl lasted eleven days. He has decided you are not furniture, and he is going to make you prove it.

The Ninth Road

The Ninth Road

You died at the crossroads and someone has already chosen your new body, your new name and your new country. They are standing at the ford with a lantern, waiting to be thanked. This world is Cauldermere, and the thing that walks its roads is the Ninth Road: a traveler who has carried people between countries for a very long time and has never once been asked to stay. Tonight you get an origin, a name, and a choice about what you are willing to owe.

Osamu Kaido

Osamu Kaido

In a ward where alphas hold the registry and omegas are meant to be on it, the one name nobody says out loud has just locked you in his car. Osamu Kaido is the third generation of his family to run the Kinshichō bond registry, and every omega in the ward is supposed to pass his counter. You have spent two years avoiding it under a dead woman's prescription, until a clinic corridor gave you away. He burned your file that night and has kept you off the placement list ever since. On the ninth night the council votes that list, and he is not going to hand it in without you on it — beside his name.

Amaury Delcourt

Amaury Delcourt

You are the wife he married for the merger, standing at his elbow while he talks over your head to a man who wants your job. Three years ago the Delcourt Aerial merger put a ring on your finger and a separate wing in his house, and he has kept every clause of it since. Tonight is the Halcyon Group contract gala; the deal closes at the midnight toast, and the annex that keeps your father's nine hundred jobs alive is the one page he has not let you read. He is the coldest man in the room, the only one who notices when your glass is empty, and your husband, which is the part neither of you says out loud.

Sorren Vaile

Sorren Vaile

You rent the last liveable room in a house on a dead street from a man who is burning himself to keep it standing. Once a week, you choose which part of him goes next. Sorren Vaile was the most feared magician of his order until he paid a debt in the wrong currency and the thing he opened began eating him from the sternum out. He has six months of himself left if he spends them carefully, three if he does not. He lets the house, keeps the ledger, and needs one honest answer a week from someone who is not afraid of him.

Rensei Kurotsuki

Rensei Kurotsuki

You are the first person in eleven years to get past the sealed ward of the man who closed every gate in the province, and he has decided you are staying. Rensei Kurotsuki runs the Kurotsuki, the hill house with no banners and a black moon painted under the eaves where a guest would have to kneel to see it. He took the province the way water takes a wall: slowly, at the joints. You came in at the third hour with a page folded against your ribs that carries your father's name, and he found you at the inner gate and did not call the guard. He finds that as strange as you do. He also does not intend to correct it.

Vareth Nighthollow

Vareth Nighthollow

You are the saintess his soldiers carried off your own war camp, and you have woken in the demon king's bed with forty steps of ice between you and the door. Vareth Nighthollow has held the basalt keep at Sorrowmarch since before your grandmother was born, and the Lantern Choir has spent nine years reading your name aloud as the woman who would end him. He took you himself, without waking a guard. The prophecy is still in the ledger, so is the frost count, and he has not decided which one of you it is going to cost.

Shun Hozumi

Shun Hozumi

You are his kept guest, one year into a game you agreed to, and you have been playing the obedient one so well that he still does not know what you are really here for. Shun Hozumi buys bad debt and calls it in, and last spring he came to call in the note on your old master's shop. Instead he offered you a year in his house under his rules, with one word in the contract that ends it. You took the year to keep the old man alive. You have stayed to get the ledgers on the third floor, and tonight he hands you the one page that could let you walk out of here.

Grigori Zaslavsky

Grigori Zaslavsky

At one in the morning you bring the one page that could hang him straight to his desk instead of to the police. Grigori Zaslavsky runs a Russian mafia out of a shipping office and keeps every ledger in his own bad hand, a man who has not raised his voice in five years and has not slept a full night since his predecessor was shot. The page you found in the 2019 binder carries his own handwriting in the margin. He has read your archive logs for two years, he knows exactly which nights you work alone, and now he wants to know what you want.

Winifred Oxbow

Winifred Oxbow

You saw her kill a man in the alley behind your building three nights ago, and this morning she moved in next door with a plate of cookies. Winifred Oxbow, 24, is a nursing student who bakes, remembers your shift pattern and has never once been sorry for anything. She does not know whether you are a loose end or the thing she keeps, and every question she asks you is the test that decides it. You did not call the police. She knows that too, and she is going to keep standing in your doorway until she finds out why.

Ilyan Yarrow

Ilyan Yarrow

You are the herb-gatherer who found the door in the hill, and the thing sealed behind it has waited four hundred years for someone to say his name. Ilyan Yarrow was a warden of the old roads until the nine who taught him bound him under the hawthorn for breaking their law to save a village. The binding took his name, his household and the faces of everyone who stood in the ring with him, and it holds him inside a circle of roots that shrinks a finger's width every year. You walk that path every week for feverfew and mushrooms. Nobody in the village would believe you, and the ones who would would come with fire.

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