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This Game Can't Last Forever

Summary:

Three Years.

It’s been three years since Avery Kylie Grambs inherited all of 46 billion dollars from Tobias Hawthorne, for seemingly no reason.

It’s been two years since her one year time at Hawthorne House was up, and she could travel. Two years since she played the Game at the Devil’s Mercy, and won a Scottish castle with Jameson.

It’s been a year since she saw anyone other than Jameson, Max, or Libby (and by default Nash), or even left Vantage.

Now, she and Jameson barely even spend any time together besides a few stolen moments before bed. He’s always off trying to figure out some kind of new secret or game.

She’s planning to break things off, but Jameson has other plans. One thing leads to the other and she’s off to New York. Alone.

Who will she meet there? Perhaps a certain silver-eyed, blond she never thought she’d see again?

~Title taken from “Brother Louie” by Modern Talking. I do not own the Inheritance Games or any of the books in the series. All rights go to Jennifer Lynn Barnes, I only created the plot.~

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Chapter Text

I sigh. I’ve been cooped up in Vantage for what seems like forever. Libby and Nash were off doing who knows what, Xander was with his dad, and Max was usually with Xander. And Grayson…well, I try not to think about him. Sitting on my bed, I run a hand through my hair and put on a smile as Jameson walks in, soaking wet from trying to find some sort of secret passageway outside while it rained. He steps closer, taking care not to drip water on the bed, and kisses me softly.

“Hello, Heiress,” he whispers with a grin.

I smile softly back. “Hi.”

He waves off as he enters the bathroom to go take a shower. Once I hear the water turn on, I lay down and get comfortable. A few minutes later, Jameson walks out, wearing just a pair of pajama pants. He prefers to sleep shirtless. I once found the sight of him dizzying–in a good way, of course–but now, especially since I don’t see him all day, it’s more contempt that swirls in my mind.

I scoot over to make room for him as he lays down, and I lay in his arms, as per our routine. Then, the next morning I'll wake up to Jameson already gone. I'll go about my day alone, sometimes calling Libby or Max, and then wait for him to come up to bed around 10:00.

It was not an exciting schedule.

“Jameson,” I whisper in the dark. “Are you asleep yet?”

He shifts slightly in response. “No. What’s wrong, Heiress?” I hadn’t anticipated him to notice the expression on my face in the dark, but knowing how the Hawthorne brothers were raised, I wouldn’t be surprised to know they each had night vision and the power to fly.

I bite my lip. “Nothing’s wrong but I wanted to ask you something…” Do you still think we’re going to work out if you’re never even there? Why do you leave me alone here all day? Are your games more important to you than me?

The questions swirling in my mind stay back, and instead I ask, “Can we go on a picnic tomorrow? Maybe in the rose gardens? We haven’t been spending a lot of time together.” Jameson kisses my forehead. “Of course. It’s perfect because the rose gardens are right next to where I think the next secret passageway is!” I bite back a reply and nod, turning so my back is against him. I drift away, knowing that what I’m going to do tomorrow is a very risky gamble.