Inheritance Of Secrets

Cure for sadness

"There's nothing here." Grayson punctuated that statement by placing a book back on the shelf roughly.

"Definition of nothing is not anything and this is a library full of books, there are many things here." I turn and give Grayson a sarcastic smile.

"My mistake Annabelle. There is no clue in the library. Better?" Grayson says my name so coldly as if he wasn't the one who asked me to be here.

"Everything is better when you walk into a room Gray," I say while rolling my eyes. 

"You also don't have to be here Grayson," Jameson commented from above us. He looked down to stare right into Grayson eyes.

He snaps back, "If she's here, I'm here." 

"Avery doesn't bite." For once, Jameson referred to Avery by her actual actual name instead of something to rile her up. "Frankly, now that the issue of relatedness has been settled in the negative, I'd be game if she did."

Avery chokes at that statement and I cover my mouth to try and stop laughing. Grayson looks up to give Jameson one of his icy glares. 

I lean my head against the bookcase to pull myself together before I start to look again. 

"Anna care to give a time frame of when we will find this book," Jameson asks me like I would have any idea how long this would take us.

"Why would Annabelle know how long this will take?" Avery asks him her voice dripping in curiosity.

Jameson shrugs, "Annabelle is psychic."

Grayson glares, eyes silver eyes sharp, "Annabelle is not psychic."

"Annabelle is a psycho killer who has her first two targets if they don't stop arguing." I look up to glare at them. "And for the record Grayson I am totally psychic"

"Mother like daughter," Jameson mutters sarcastically. I think I am about to throttle him. I see a shift in Grayson's face. It was pure blinding rage It was gone extremely quickly and he seemed to be calm.

"Jamie?" Grayson sounding way too calm for comfort. "Shut up and keep looking."

We worked in silence flipping of the covers and seeing if I did not match. It felt like it had been hours. I watched as everyone become bored as the robotically searched through the books. I watch Grayson and Avery get close to each other as they looked through the books. I made sure I could just hear their conversation but it wouldn't look like I could.

"My brother's grieving for our grandfather. Surely, you can understand that." She could and Grayson in all the research he had done knew that.

"He's a sensation seeker. Pain. Fear. Joy. It doesn't matter." Grayson had Avery's full attention. She wanted to know more about these brothers and she was getting it from Grayson. "He's hurting, and he needs the rush of the game. He needs for this to mean something."

"And you don't think it does," Avery spoke in a low voice matching Grayson tone. I could see that she knew Grayson just saw her as a threat to

"I don't think that you have to be the villain of this story to be a threat to this family." She was a threat at least to him. Avery was a threat to everything he had grown up knowing. His grandfather told him he was going to be the heir to the fortune and lied when he said it. I always knew he lied when he said it. I never told him. I couldn't.

"You keep talking about the rest of the family," she knew he wanted her gone. Grayson was laying too many threats. "But this isn't just about them. I'm a threat to you."