Games Untold (The Inheritance Games #5)
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I ’ve never really excelled at taking tests, but even I can pee on a stick. Once the deed is accomplished, I take a deep and cleansing breath and set the test on the counter, resisting the urge to nibble my chipped, neon-blue thumbnail as I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
As bad as I am at tests, I’m usually pretty good at waiting. Some optimists see a glass filled partway and call it half full; I’ve always been the kind of optimist who can look at a cup that contains a single drop of water and imagine that cup overflowing—with Mountain Dew. I am practically a professional at daydreaming a bright side into existence when really there is none.
But now? Standing in an enormous, sparkling marble bathroom bigger than my first apartment, waiting to see if a second pink line appears on that stick, I look from the pregnancy test to the ring on my left ring finger: a deep red stone that glows almost black in some lights. It’s a garnet, not a ruby, and he cut the stone himself.
It’s perfect.
I think about the man who put this ring on my finger, and for once in my life, I don’t daydream anything. I remember.
And remember.
And remember .