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“Crush?” Avery suggested. Jameson pulled the letters. That left three.A,W, andE.

“Lofty, crush, awe.” Avery said the words out loud. “We could be looking for a loft. Something heavy. Awe-inspiring.”

Have I taught you nothing, my boy?Jameson didn’t even try to shake off the memory of his grandfather’s many lessons.The first answer isn’t always the best.

He returned the letters—all of them—to the pile. This time, he pulled theYfirst. He’d said it himself: It probably came after a common consonant combination, before theL, or at the start of the word.

“Y,” Jameson murmured. “O,U.” He stopped there, just for a moment, then went back and pulled theR.Your.

F,T,A,L,C,E,H,S,W.

“T-C-H?” Avery suggested. The moment the suggestions was out of her mouth, Jameson saw it. The answer. He pulled theWand theA,plus the combination she’d identified, making the wordwatchand leaving only four letters behind.

F,L,E, andS.

Or, if you reversed the order…

“Self,” Jameson said out loud. Then he laid the message out—a more cohesive one this time than the mix of words they’d gotten before.

WATCH YOURSELF.

Viewed a certain way, that seemed like a warning. But viewed through the lens of the Game—through the lens of all the many games just like this that Jameson had played growing up—it read differently.

“A mirror?” he murmured. “Or a camera?”

He racked his mind for any turn of phrase that Rohan had used during his speech that might offer more specifics but came up blank.

“Watch yourself,” Jameson murmured. “No stone unturned. But of course, this clue and that one might not go together. There are two keys left to find, plus the boxes.”

They’d discoveredaclue—but to which puzzle?

His mind and body buzzing, Jameson leaned his head back, his gaze cast upward, thinking, letting the chaos of his racing thoughts fall away until all that was left was a plan. “We keep searching the room,” he told Avery. “Every nook, every cranny, until there’s no clues left to find, and then we’ll try to make sense of them. At the end of the day, we don’t just want one of the remaining keys.”

Avery tossed her hair over her shoulder. “We need them both.”

CHAPTER 66

JAMESON

Forcing his eyes to take in every detail of the room anew, Jameson noted again that the only decorative flourish was on the ceiling: the blue and gold detailing, an elaborate X with squares positioned to look like diamonds on either side.Inside the diamonds, shields. Inside the shields, symbols.Jameson made out a Greek letter or two, a flower, a lion, a sword.

Jameson cycled through key phrases that Rohan had dropped, and nothing registered—until he stopped looking at the details of the ceiling above and started looking at the big picture.

The X.

“As in X marks the spot?” Jameson tossed out.

“Marks,” Avery repeated. “That’s what Rohan said we were playing for. Themark.”

Directly beneath the X was the table. Jameson was on his back on the floor beneath it in a heartbeat. The underside of the table was smooth, plain, except in the corners. And in those corners, Jameson found round disks, each slightly smaller than a coaster.

“Not disks,” Avery said beside him, lifting the word from his mind, her own racing along the exact same path. “Wheels.Do you remember the last thing Rohan said—the very last thing?”

Jameson thought back.“The Game starts when you hear the bells. Until then, I suggest you all let the wheels turn a bit…”

And acquaint yourself with the competition.Jameson didn’t say that last bit out loud, because it was beside the point.

“The wheels.” Jameson met Avery’s eyes. “Turn them.”