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July 6 - July 9, 2025
Jameson Hawthorne stepped through.
“Everyone is going to want something from you soon, Heiress.”
Me.
“You are special.”
“He left you the fortune, Avery, and all he left us is you.”
Don’t trust Thea.
She died.”
“Because if you don’t tell the story, someone else will tell it for you.”
“You might think you’re playing the game, darlin’, but that’s not how Jamie sees it.” Nash’s voice was gentle enough, but for the words. “We aren’t normal. This place isn’t normal, and you’re not a player, kid. You’re the glass ballerina—or the knife.”
Nothing except Jameson Winchester Hawthorne and me.
“She would have been very interested to meet you.”
I brushed past him, and even that split second of contact made me feel like I was going two hundred miles an hour.
“Don’t be sorry, Ms. Grambs. Be worthy of it.”
The morality of an action depends, ultimately and only, on its outcomes.”
“It’s about your sister.”
“Grayson happened to her.”
Thea.
“This family—we destroy everything we touch.”
Kissing him felt like fire.
“I always knew you were special.”
“If something happens to you—even without a will—your sister and your father are your heirs.”
If Drake had shot at me, and Libby hadn’t let him onto the estate—who had?
“I told you the day we met that the Hawthorne family was a twisted, broken mess.” She stared at the mirror a moment longer. “I never said that I wasn’t one, too.”
I didn’t belong here in this world—not at a party like this, not sitting beside Grayson Hawthorne. And I never would.
“Emily died,” Grayson told me, his voice tight, “on October eighteenth, a year ago.”
“I guess you had the good fortune of being born on the right day. Mystery solved.”
The game wasn’t over.
Jameson may have been done with the game, but I wanted to win.
“Their mother.”
Grayson let out a ragged breath, and then I felt him gently turning my face back toward his. “Avery.” He almost never used my given name. He gently traced the line of my jaw. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again. You have my word.”
And at the end of the day, he’d chosen me. Over family. Over his mother.