The Inheritance Games (The Inheritance Games, #1)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

swallowed and continued lecturing. “It is not until the third—nay, fourth—scone that you develop any kind of scone-eating expertise.” “Scone-eating expertise,” I repeated in a deadpan.

I had no idea how this conversation had started with legal and PR issues, detoured through Hawthorne family tragedy,

with me being told by my lawyer that I needed a makeover.

“I suggest you disown her if she opts for bangs.”

but

Xander and his scones were glare-proof.

pure comedy! ;)

word preppy almost as much as I disliked any claims to having an edge,

I’d still be making nearly a billion dollars a year. Doing nothing. That was just wrong.

“You said you were decent.” Jameson did not sound surprised. “I’m covered in bubbles,” Skye replied airily. “It doesn’t get any more decent than that. Now, tell your mother what you need.” Jameson glanced back at me, as if to say and you asked why I needed the bourbon.

absolute perfection

“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.” I’d never seen passive aggression quite like this.

If I’d known I was going to end up in a one-on-one conversation with a naked, bubble-covered Skye Hawthorne, I probably would have had some bourbon myself.

🤣🤣🤣🤣

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.