The Hawthorne Legacy (The Inheritance Games, #2)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

I will always protect you, he’d told me. But this… us… It

The trick to being abandoned was to never let yourself long for anyone who left.

“Fancy meeting you here, Heiress.” “You,” I told him, “are the most annoying person on the face of the planet.”

“If you want to get technical, Heiress, it’s all yours. Not just this room or that pen.”

“No,” Max corrected. “You and I are friends. Grayson is the physical manifestation of your avoidant attachment style. He won’t let himself want you. You don’t want to want to be wanted. Everybody stays at arm’s length. Nobody gets hurt, and nobody gets any.” Max gave me

This was what it meant to be a Hawthorne. This should probably be in a museum, but my brothers and I like to hit things with it instead.

Sometimes all a girl really needed was a very bad idea.

“That’s not true. I was sorry—you were just too busy being an asshole to notice.” Grayson gave me his most austere look. “Let’s try to avoid using the word asshole, shall we?”