Games Untold: An Inheritance Games Collection

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

On good nights, I read until I fell asleep, wrapping myself in fantasy worlds like they were blankets.

“It’s only a secret,” I replied, “if you have someone to tell.” Otherwise, it was just another way of being alone.

It’s not stealing when you’re sisters, I could hear Kaylie saying. It’s borrowing with the intention not to return.

“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.”

“There’s a difference,” he says in that Texas drawl of his, unhurried and smooth, “between showin’ off and deciding you’re done giving a damn about people who expect you to dim your light so they can feel more like the sun.”

Fear wasn’t just ice in your veins or a beast at your throat. Fear was loving someone so fiercely that there was no point in your heart beating if hers did not.

Memories hovered like ghosts over graves.