The Inheritances Game (Jameson Hawthorne)

"Hawthorne Chutes and Ladders," Xander boomed, standing in front of a pile of pillows, rope ladders, grappling hooks, suction cups, and nylon rope. "The rules are fairly simple." The list of complicated things that Xander Hawthorne considered to be "fairly simple" was lengthy. "Hawthorne House has three chutes—entrances to the passageways that involve, let's say, a drop," Xander continued. I smiled. I'd already found all three.

"There are slides built into the walls of your mansion?" Max snorted. "Mother-foxing rich people."

Xander did not take offense. "Some chutes are more advantageous than others. If another player beats you to a chute, that chute is frozen for three minutes, so everyone will need one of these." Xander picked one up a pillow and gave it a gentle, but somehow menacing, swing. "Battles must be waged."

"Hawthorne Chutes and Ladders involves pillow fights?" Max asked in a tone that made me think she was picturing all four Hawthorne brothers swinging pillows at one another. Possibly shirtless.

"Pillow wars," Xander corrected. "Once you successfully claim your chute and make it to the ground floor, you exit the House, and it's a race to climb to the roof from the outside." I surveyed the climbing supplies spread out at our feet.

"We get to choose a ladder?"

"One does not," Xander corrected me austerely, "simply choose a ladder."

Grayson broke the silence he'd adopted the moment Eve had stepped into the hall. "Our grandfather liked to say that every choice worth anything came with a cost." Eve assessed him. "And the cost for climbing supplies is..." Grayson answered her assessing look with one of his own.

"A secret." Xander elaborated. "Each player confesses a secret. The person with the best secret gets to pick their climbing supplies first, and so on and so forth. The person with the least impressive secret goes last." I was starting to see why Xander had chosen this game. "Now," he continued, rubbing his hands together. "Which brave soul wants to go first?"

I eyed Eve, but Grayson intervened. "I'll go." He fixed his silvery eyes straight ahead. I wasn't sure what to expect, but it definitely wasn't him saying, with absolutely no intonation, "I kissed a girl at Harvard." He... No, I wasn't going to finish that thought. What Grayson Hawthorne did with his lips was none of my business.

"I got a tattoo." Max offered up her own secret with a grin. "It's very nerdy and in a location I will not disclose. My parents can never find out."

"Tell me more," Xander said, "about this nerdy tattoo." Grayson arched a brow at his brother, and I tried to think of something that would make Eve feel like she had to open up.

"Sometimes," I said quietly, "I feel like Tobias Hawthorne made a mistake." Maybe that wasn't a secret. Maybe it was obvious. But the next part was harder to say. "Like he should have chosen someone else." Eve stared at me.

"The old man didn't make mistakes," Grayson said in one of those tones that dared you to argue—and strongly advised against it.

"My turn." Xander raised his hand. "I figured out who my father is."

"You what?" Grayson whipped his head toward his brother. Skye Hawthorne had four sons, each with a different father, none of whom she'd identified. Nash and Grayson had discovered their fathers within the last year. I'd known that Xander was looking for his.

"I don't know if he knows about me." Xander rushed the words. "I haven't made contact. I'm not sure I'm going to, and by the sacred rules of Chutes and Ladders, none of you can ever mention this again unless I bring it up first. Eve?" With the rest of us still focused on Xander, Eve bent and picked up a grappling hook. As I turned to look at her, she trailed her finger along its edge.

"Almost twenty-one years ago, my mom got drunk and cheated on her husband, and I was the result." She didn't meet a single person's eyes. "Her husband knew I wasn't his, but they stayed married. I used to think that if I could be good enough—smart enough, sweet enough, something enough—the man we all pretended was my father would stop blaming me for being born." She tossed the grappling hook back down. "The worst part was my mom blamed me, too." Grayson leaned toward her. I wasn't even sure he knew he was doing it. "As I got older," Eve continued, her voice quiet but raw, "I realized that it didn't matter how perfect I was. I was never going to be good enough because they didn't want me to be perfect or extraordinary. They wanted me to be invisible." Whatever emotions Eve was feeling were buried too deep to see. "And that is the one thing that I will never be." Silence.

"What about your siblings?" I asked. Up until now, I'd been so focused on Eve's resemblance to Emily, on the fact that she was Toby's daughter, that I hadn't thought about her other family members—or what they'd done.

"Half-siblings," Eve said with absolutely no intonation. Technically, the Hawthorne brothers were half-siblings. Technically, Libby and I were. But there was no mistaking Eve's tone: It meant something different to her.

"Eli and Mellie came here under false pretenses," I said. "For you."

"Eli and Mellie never did a damn thing for me," Eve replied, her voice hoarse, her head held high. "Christmas morning when I was five, when they had presents under the tree and I didn't? The family reunions that everyone got to go to but me? Every time I got grounded for existing just a little too loudly? Every time I had to beg a ride home from something because no one bothered to pick me up?" She looked down. "If my siblings came to Hawthorne House, it sure as hell wasn't for me. I haven't spoken a word to either of them in two years." Shining emerald eyes made their way back to mine. "Is that personal enough for you?" I felt a needle's stab of icy guilt. I remembered what it was like coming to Hawthorne House as an outsider, and I thought suddenly about my mom and the way she would have welcomed Toby's daughter with open arms. About what she would say if she could see me cross examining her now.

"My turn." Jameson said as Catalina gave him a look.

"Jameson..." she said.

Jameson smiled at her before turning to us. "Catalina and I are dating. Thank you for your attention." All of a sudden I wasn't thinking about Eve, I was watching everyone's reaction. Grayson seemed to be shocked while Xander just grabbed an item from the ground.

"Can that count as my secret to?" Catalina asked.

Ballots were passed out. Secrets were ranked. Supplies were chosen. And then the race was on.