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It really was a good thing he wasn’t afraid of heights.

What next?Jameson’s heart raced, beating faster and faster with familiar urgency and speed, the kind that made it impossible to forget that you were alive. The kind helivedfor. Unencumbered by fear of pain or failure, Jameson saw the world as it really was.

Rohan wasn’t gone that long when he rigged all of this. He must have had a backup plan from the beginning. He must have had a way to get the key inside the bell.Crouching farther, Jameson slid one hand carefully from the outside of the bell to the inside.

He felt handles. More than one. And the next thing he knew, the bell was swinging again, and Zella had latched her hands on to two of them.

Two years earlier, Jameson wouldn’t have hesitated to do the same. He would have welcomed the danger, the thrill, used it to wash away everything else. But now? He could see Avery in his mind’s eye.

No matter what you win, he could hear Ian saying,you always need more.

Expelling a breath, Jameson locked one hand around a handle. He could hear Branford yelling at him, as if from a distance. His other hand locked around another handle. He lowered his body until it was dangling, then let go of one of the handles, just long enough to turn his hand around. Then the other hand.

He swung himself up and into the bell.This was a very bad idea, Jameson thought, and then he realized: The entire inside of the bell, except for the spots that the metal ball was meant to strike, was covered with handles and footholds.

Maybe Rohan wasn’t trying to kill them after all.

Jameson looked for the key. He saw it—closer to him than Zella. His position was better. Despite his moment of hesitation, he was going to get there first.

Going towin.

His body knew exactly what to do. Jameson moved quickly, confidently. He got there first. He latched one hand around the key, his other holding himself aloft, and began working at the string that held the key.

And that was when Zella jumped. Or maybeleaptwas the better word. Flew. She landed with one hand gripping the bell’s rim and the other over his on the key.

“Are youunhinged?” Jameson hissed. Her feet were dangling now—and the string that held the key was thin.

It’s going to snap.

“I’m going to fall.” Zella spoke in the calmest voice he’d ever heard. “If you don’t let go of the key, if you don’t let me have it, if you don’t grab my arm in the next three seconds, I’m going to fall.”

She was.

Jameson stared at her.That Duchess.The person who’d just told him that the world was kinder to winners—and kindest to boys like him.

She’d taken a risk, an insane but calculated risk. And she’d calculated correctly.

In less time than it took to blink, Jameson let go of the key, her hand latched around it, and his latched around her.

CHAPTER 85

JAMESON

They both survived. They both made it back to solid ground, and when they did, Zella met Jameson’s eyes. “I owe you one,” she said. “And I intend to be in a very good position to repay my debts.”

Then, to Jameson’s absolute shock, the duchess tossed the key she’d risked her life for over the edge of the stone staircase, and it fell all the way to the ground.

To Katharine.

Jameson turned to Branford, whose face had gone as red as his hair, absolute fury etched into every line on his forehead. “The chest?” Jameson said. “You can yell at me later.”

“If I’d had any hand in raising you,” Branford said, the intensity in his eyes an exact match forthattone, “I would be doing a hell of a lot more than yelling.”

“Simon.” Katharine’s voice rang through the bell tower. She began to climb the stairs and spoke again, three words said with almost startling clarity.“Ontario. Versace. Selenium.”

“The chest,” Jameson requested again.

His uncle looked down.“Damn you, Bowen.”