The Inheritance Games (The Inheritance Games, #1)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“You asked how I know where your father is.” His eyes were the same color as his suit—gray, bordering on silver. “It would be best, for the moment, for you to just assume that I know everything.”

Lol

“Am I late?” he asked Grayson. “One might suggest that you direct that query toward your watch.”

Dearest Avery, I’m sorry. —T. T. H.

BRO RLLY SO UNHELPFUL AHAAHHAAH .... He did say dearest tho so like she must be important

“What happened here?” he murmured. “I’m fine,” Libby said, sticking her chin out. “I can see that,” Nash replied softly. “But if you decide you’d like to give me a name? I’d take it.”

“It’s never too soon to start trash-talking.”

He didn’t move, didn’t blink, wasn’t physically aggressive in any way, but he bled power, and he knew it.

“Oh, don’t be a prude, Abigail,” Skye admonished from inside the bathroom. “We’re all friends here, aren’t we? I make it a policy to befriend everyone who steals my birthright.”

Ahahaa

“For what it’s worth, I vote for red velvet next.” Libby turned back to me. “Salted caramel it is.”

Lol

There were a lot of firsts I’d never gotten around to after my mother’s death. First dates. First kisses. First times. But this particular first—being dangled off a bridge by a boy who’d just confessed to watching his last girlfriend die—wasn’t exactly on the to-do list.

Nash doesn’t want the money,

Are we absolutely sure bc he does have great influence over the strays he brings home that are the staff

Crying in the shower didn’t count.

Nash returned my assessing look. “You do that, sweetheart.”

Id hit him ... Dont talk to me like tht sassy

In the middle of it, there was what appeared to be a giant white pod. “Sensory deprivation chamber,” Oren told me. “Every once in a while, Mr. Hawthorne liked to cut off the world.”

Thats weird as hell

“According to my Grayson,” Skye told Libby, “there was some nasty business in the Black Wood.”

Grayson cant just shut up can he

a doorway that had been bricked shut. “What’s that?” I asked. He slowed momentarily. “That was my uncle’s wing. The old man had it walled off when Toby died.” Because that’s normal

you will be attending this evening.” “I barely slept last night.” I tried for pity. “Someone tried to shoot me!” “We’ll get you some vitamin C and a pain pill.”

“They found a rifle in his trunk that, at least preliminarily, matches the bullets. The police will be wanting to talk to your sister.”

He only does things for money ... Either he did it bc someone offered him or bc he wanted the money to go to libby ... The question is if thats the case how did he know it would go to libby

foreseeable future? Crawling into bed with Libby?

“August eleventh.”

“Congratulations, Heiress,” Jameson called back, his voice dripping with everything but felicitations. “I guess you had the good fortune of being born on the right day. Mystery solved.”

Yea but the clues came from your middle names when you were born way befire she dies like the ckearing couldnt have been made then but then again he couldnt have known averys b day back then either it has to mean something else

“That’s the next line.” Take them two at a time and come find me.

Are you just finding the next step or you gobna find like emily or toby down rhere

“Facial recognition,” Xander said. “It didn’t matter which one of us found this place. Without you, we wouldn’t have been able to get past the wall.”

Poor Jameson. He’d gone to all that effort to keep me close, then ditched me before I could play my part.

Lol typical man

Skye?” I tried to wrap my mind around that. She’d never seemed like a threat, the way Zara had. Passive-aggressive, sure, and petty. But violent?

Seeee

But this… us…” He swallowed. “It can’t happen, Avery. I’ve seen the way Jameson looks at you.” He didn’t say that he wouldn’t let another girl come between them. He didn’t have to.