The Final Gambit (The Inheritance Games, #3)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“Remind me again,” Nash told me, bending to capture my gaze with his. “What’s our rule about fightin’ dirty?” He wasn’t nearly as subtle as he thought he was when it came to Alisa Ortega, but I still answered the question. “There’s no such thing as fighting dirty,” I told Nash, “if you win.”

“This might have escaped your attention, but I happen to excel at keeping secrets! I have a mouth like a steel trap.” Max snorted. “Isn’t the expression ‘a mind like a steel trap’?” “My mind is more like a roller coaster inside a labyrinth buried in an M. C. Escher painting that is riding on another roller coaster.”

“The true measure of a man is how many impossible things he accomplishes before breakfast.”

“It was always going to be you,” I told Jameson. He needed to hear it. I needed to say it, even though always painted over so much. In response, Jameson gave me another crooked smile. “It’s times like this, Heiress, that I wish I’d fallen in love with a girl who wasn’t quite so good at bluffing.”

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.

Everything’s a game, Avery Grambs. The only thing we get to decide in this life is if we play to win.