Games Untold: An Inheritance Games Collection

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

It said Aren’t I clever? And yes, he was. But so was I.

“Sometimes, when I look at you,” Harry said, his voice rougher now, as it echoed through the night, “I feel you, like a hum in my bones, whispering that we are the same.”

I’m not normal. I’m not special. I’m me.

when Jameson was hurting, he wanted to hurt more.

Nash had a bad habit of leaving—and a good habit of coming home.