Glorious Rivals (The Grandest Game #2)

EPILOGUE

AVERY

I woke up in a white room. White ceiling. White floors. White walls. The room had no windows. It had no doors. My first thought was of Jameson.

My second was of Alice.

And my third was that the white room wasn’t just white. Etched into every surface, there were indentions—twisting, turning lines that connected just so.

It took me longer than it should have to realize what I was looking at. This room had no windows. It had no doors. And built into the walls and ceiling and floor, there was a very complicated maze.