The Final Gambit (The Inheritance Games, #3)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

I swear to you, I will find a cliff to jump off of.”

INSANE

“I am in love with your brother,” I said, because it was true. Jameson was part of me now—part of who I’d spent the past year becoming.

My hand found its way to Jameson’s, and he held on to me for dear life.

“You chose me, Jameson, and I chose to open up to you, to all of the possibilities of us, in a way that I had never opened up to anyone before.”

“You used to be such a good girl,” Mr. Laughlin grunted.

die

We’re back.

sooo back

“And once you’ve bested him,” Jameson continued, “because you will…” There was no feeling in the world like being seen by Jameson Hawthorne. “I’m going to need an anagram for the word everything.”

“Kid?” he called. “You sure as hell better play dirty.”

Vincent Blake offered me one last hard look, and then he rocked back on his heels. “She won.”

ate

“Soaking wet in a ball gown,” he murmured. “This could be a challenge.”

insane

“I’ll wear this hat,” she told Nash, “if you paint your nails black.” Nash gave her what could only be described as a cowboy smile. “Fingers or toes?”

“Happy new life,” Jameson corrected. He kissed me like it was New Year’s Eve, and I savored it.

“Those,” I told him, “are the keys to my sister’s new cupcake truck.” Libby stared at me, her eyes round, her lips making an O. “I can’t accept this, Ave.” “I know.” I smirked. “That’s why I gave the keys to Nash.”

“I guess that’s what happens,” Jameson said, his eyes never leaving mine as his lips curled upward, “when you take a very risky gamble.”

“You’ve gone everywhere, done everything…” The interviewer smiled knowingly. “With Jameson Hawthorne.” Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.