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Satisfied.

I look at him.

Then at the table.

Then back.

“Thank you.”

His expression softens.

“You're welcome.”

Too sincere.

Can't have that.

I pat his chest.

“Thank you, Dungeon Daddy.”

Ronan closes his eyes.

There it is.

Balance restored.

“I regret helping you.”

“No, you don't.”

He opens his eyes.

Unfortunately for him, I know that look now.

“No,” he says. “I don't.”

Then he kisses me again.

Chapter thirty-five

Full Party Encounter

Cameron

There are five adults in this living room, and somehow Dex still manages to take up seventy percent of it.

Physically, that should be impossible. Spiritually, it is completely accurate.

Full party restored. Apparently this is what our version of a long rest looks like.

He's stretched sideways across the couch with his head in Micah's lap, one knee bent over the back cushion and the other foot hanging off the opposite armrest like furniture was invented specifically to inconvenience everyone else. Micah has one hand buried lazily in his hair, and every few minutes Dex goes quieter without seeming to realize why.

Not silent.

Let's not get reckless.

But quieter.