Page 76 of The Grandest Game
GIGI
Dollhousewas an understatement. Gigi took it all in. The entire spread was eight feet long and three deep. To one side, there was a four-story Victorian mansion, to the other, a castle that looked like it had been lifted straight from a fairy tale. In between, the streets were lined with shops—some Victorian, some medieval.
A toy shop. A dress shop. A magic shop. A forge.
The two worlds came together at the midpoint with a pair of royal carriages facing an early-model car.
The level of detail in every single piece was astounding. A single flower—of which there were at least eight dozen in the window boxes of the mansion—consisted of a stem and six detachable blooms. There were nearly a hundred dolls, each with one or more accessories.
A maid’s apron. A child’s teddy bear. Easily three dozen different hats.
Opposite Gigi, Knox was systematically disassembling and reassembling pieces, one by one. Brady’s eyes moved, shifting from one piece to the next, but his body was perfectly still.
Gigi played to her own strengths. She made her merry way to the bookshelves and started to climb.
“What are you doing?” Knox pulled apart the forge.
“Casing the joint,” Gigi replied. A bird’s-eye view usually helped. She scaled higher—ten feet up, twelve.
Knox grabbed a display of teeny, tiny weaponry and stomped toward her. “For the last time,” he bit out, climbing after her, “your bonesare not bendy.”
“I think better up high.” Gigi made it to the top shelf and looked down at the world in miniature below.Take it all in, Gigi. Every detail. Every tiny window. Every little exit.
Knox arrived at her side, and he didn’t look happy about it.
“On a scale of one to ten,” Gigi said, “are you going to toss someone out a window, yes or no?”
But what she was really thinking was:Why would you work with Orion Thorp?SheknewKnox cared about Brady. They were awe. Family of choice.Brothers.Gigi thought about the tone in Knox’s voice when he’d said that Brady knew every last damn constellation.
Why would you sell him out to Calla’s family?Even if Knox did believe that Calla had left of her own volition, even if he believed there had been no foul play, he knew Brady believed her family was responsible.
You knew, and you got in bed with them anyway.
“There are no windows,” Knox said gruffly. “Which, based on the view from the back of the house, suggests that there’s significantly more to the fifth floor than we can currently see.”
Gigi shifted her weight.
“You need to be careful,” Knox said darkly.
“I’m fine,” Gigi insisted.
“You’re really not.” Knox gave hera look, and Gigi noticed for the first time that his eyes were a muddy hazel, shot through with gold. “This is a competition, Happy. Brady isn’t your friend. No one here is.”
Knox’s warning was eerily close to Savannah’s. “Including you?” Gigi said.
“Especiallyme. If you’re not careful, you’re going to get eaten alive in this game.”
Gigi thought about sponsors, about thedragonon the island, about the warnings, plural, that Brady had given her about Knox.
“I don’t mind,” Gigi said stubbornly. “Being eaten alive, I mean. If you can get them to spit you out, it’s pretty much just a massage.”
Knox’s eyes narrowed. “You’re irritating me on purpose.”
Gigi shrugged and nodded down toward their puzzle below. “No dragons,” she noted.
Knox’s brows drew together. “The words on the door.”
“Here there be dragons,” Gigi recited. “Except there aren’t any down there.”
