The Final Gambit (The Inheritance Games #3)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“How’s Tuscany?” “The birthplace of the Italian Renaissance? Full of winding roads, hills and valleys, where a morning mist rolls out in the distance, and the forests are littered with leaves so golden red that the entire world feels like it’s on fire in the very best way? That Tuscany?”

I saw a jagged cut on the underside of his jaw and reached for his chin. “This looks bad.” “On the contrary, Heiress, bleeding is a devastatingly good look for me.”

“Evie.” Grayson gave her a look, the kind of Grayson Hawthorne look that burned itself into your memory because it said everything he wouldn’t. “It’s not him.”

Girl.

“I told you to wait, Avery.” Oren gave me what I could only describe as a Dad Look. I was clearly on very thin ice with him.

“The only person I trust with all that I am and all that could be, Heiress, is you.”

“Enough,” he ordered. “This isn’t you, Avery.”

Im dead

She’s got a gun.

NO WAYYY

“If you let Oren kick me out of here or call the police, if you try to force me to go back to Vincent Blake empty-handed, I swear to you, I will find a cliff to jump off of.”

HELLOOOOO

The knight returns with the damsel in distress,” Jameson declared as I made my way toward him. He glanced toward Grayson. “You’re the damsel.” “I figured,” Grayson deadpanned.