"There's nothing here." Grayson punctuated that statement by placing a book back on the shelf roughly.

"Definition of nothing is not anything and this is a library full of books, there are many things here." I turn and give Grayson a sarcastic smile.

"My mistake Annabelle. There is no clue in the library. Better?" Grayson says my name so coldly as if he wasn't the one who asked me to be here.

"Everything is better when you walk into a room Gray," I say while rolling my eyes. 

"You also don't have to be here Grayson," Jameson commented from above us. He looked down to stare right into Grayson eyes.

He snaps back, "If she's here, I'm here." 

"Avery doesn't bite." For once, Jameson referred to Avery by her actual actual name instead of something to rile her up. "Frankly, now that the issue of relatedness has been settled in the negative, I'd be game if she did."

Avery chokes at that statement and I cover my mouth to try and stop laughing. Grayson looks up to give Jameson one of his icy glares. 

I lean my head against the bookcase to pull myself together before I start to look again. 

"Anna care to give a time frame of when we will find this book," Jameson asks me like I would have any idea how long this would take us.

"Why would Annabelle know how long this will take?" Avery asks him her voice dripping in curiosity.

Jameson shrugs, "Annabelle is psychic."

Grayson glares, eyes silver eyes sharp, "Annabelle is not psychic."

"Annabelle is a psycho killer who has her first two targets if they don't stop arguing." I look up to glare at them. "And for the record Grayson I am totally psychic"

"Mother like daughter," Jameson mutters sarcastically. I think I am about to throttle him. I see a shift in Grayson's face. It was pure blinding rage It was gone extremely quickly and he seemed to be calm.

"Jamie?" Grayson sounding way too calm for comfort. "Shut up and keep looking."

We worked in silence flipping of the covers and seeing if I did not match. It felt like it had been hours. I watched as everyone become bored as the robotically searched through the books. I watch Grayson and Avery get close to each other as they looked through the books. I made sure I could just hear their conversation but it wouldn't look like I could.

"My brother's grieving for our grandfather. Surely, you can understand that." She could and Grayson in all the research he had done knew that.

"He's a sensation seeker. Pain. Fear. Joy. It doesn't matter." Grayson had Avery's full attention. She wanted to know more about these brothers and she was getting it from Grayson. "He's hurting, and he needs the rush of the game. He needs for this to mean something."

"And you don't think it does," Avery spoke in a low voice matching Grayson tone. I could see that she knew Grayson just saw her as a threat to

"I don't think that you have to be the villain of this story to be a threat to this family." She was a threat at least to him. Avery was a threat to everything he had grown up knowing. His grandfather told him he was going to be the heir to the fortune and lied when he said it. I always knew he lied when he said it. I never told him. I couldn't.

"You keep talking about the rest of the family," she knew he wanted her gone. Grayson was laying too many threats. "But this isn't just about them. I'm a threat to you."

Their conversation is cut out by the ring of my phone.

I nearly fell off the shelf as I pull it out of my pocket. It's Ethan. I put it back in my pocket. I know what it is and I don't want to deal with it.

"Who is it Annabelle?" Grayson asks. I see a bit of curiosity on his face. He really wants to know.

"My dead father," I say with a laugh. I feel like it's forced. Joking about my father is better than telling both of them what is really going on.

I watch Grayson's eyes turn sharp again. Jameson makes a choking noise as he gets back to pulling out books and Avery looks utterly confused. Thea had told her he lived overseas, not that he was dead. She is trying to read me, to figure me out. I do not make that task easy.  

I look up to Jameson as his face shifts as I can only see as a mystery solved.

"Heiress? Annabelle?"

"Yes?" Avery's says stepping further away from Grayson. She wants to be away fast t

"I think I found something." he says a a small smile spreads across his face.

Avery pushes past Grayson to go up the stairs and I follow behind. Once we make it up the staircase he holds up the hardcover book.

The title was "sail away." Avery read it aloud. eyes locked on the book not leaving the cover.

"And on the inside..." Jameson continued but ended up throwing the book to Avery giving her the chance to see it before I could.

"Faust." She says as the same small smile spreads across her faces. Her upper lip is curled right and eyebrow tilted slightly towards the gap of her eyes. She is excited.

"The devil you know," I told them, "Or the devil you don't."

It all came back to the letter. He was hinting at the book before they even found it.

Avery opened the book and stared at it. In the corner of my eye I could see a red square. It's filter paper.

Avery's eyes lift from the book, "There's something here."

I looked down at Grayson; he wanted to come up and see, but he restrained himself. Jameson however walked to Avery and touched the filter paper.

"What is it?" Avery asks.

Jameson took the book from Avery's hand and then held the filter paper up to the light.

"Filter paper." Grayson said from below us. He was in the centre of the room staring directly at Avery and Jameson watching. "Red acetate. A favourite of our grandfather's, particularly useful for revealing hidden messages. I don't suppose the text of that book is written in red?"

Avery stared to flip through the book, Black ink," she kept flipping hoping to find red ink but there wasn't any. That's when I saw her eyes light up. She had an adrenaline rush as she stared at whatever was on the page. "Did your grandfather have a habit of writing in books?"

"In a first edition of Faust?" I said with astonishment. The book is probably worth more than my life.

Avery looks down and reads the word aloud, "Where."

She continued, "A... there is...

"Keep going, " Jameson said as he pulled out a pen and wrote the words on his hand.

"A again... There is again... Way," She paused while she flipped to the end of the book, "That's it."

Where. A. There is. A. There is. Way. Those were the words if you rearranged it, where there is a. There is a way. There is a missing proverb.

I was ahead while everyone else was working together.

"Change the order of the words?" Avery asked the group.

Jameson's face lit up "where there is a."

"There is a way." Avery finished for him.

"We are missing the word 'will'," I say, "Another proverb. Where there is a will there is a way."

Jameson then begins to flick the filter paper and work out the next part of the puzzle.

"When you look through a coloured filter, lines of that colour disappear. It's one way of writing hidden messages. You layer the text in different colours. The book is written in black ink, so the acetate isn't meant to be used on the book." he says. Jameson has a special face for when he's solving puzzles. His eyebrows slant towards the gap in between his eyes, his upper lip curls left a fraction and his left eye squints the tiniest bit.

Grayson, still below us in the centre of the library speaks, "Hence the message in the book, directing us where to make use of the film."

Avery gives a small smile and says, "What do you think the chances are hat somewhere, there's a copy of your grandfather's will written in red ink?"

"Red is the ultimate cure for sadness."

I watch as Jameson tips his head to look into my eyes," Why red?"

"The colour of revenge."