Page 48 of End Game

Yeah—we both saw the same thing.

Tomorrow night is going to absolutely fucking destroy her.

Lucky bitch.

I’d be absolutely lying if I said I wasn’t jealous.

“Anyway,” Griffin says loudly, still fighting a smile of his own, “Cami is behind me.”

“Good choice,” I manage to say.

“Don’t,” Griffin warns.

“What? I didn’t say anything bad.”

“You were thinking it.”

I shrug. “Maybe.”

Micah moves his foot away from me as he sits up to reach for his drink.

I miss it immediately.

I slide my foot against his.

His eyes cut toward me.

What?

I’m behaving.

Mostly.

Ronan gets us moving again, and for maybe ten whole minutes we actually play D&D.

Then Cami rolls a three and fails a dexterity save.

“The room restrains you,” Ronan tells her.

I slap both hands on the table and try to keep my reaction inside.

“No,” Micah says.

Ronan points at me without looking toward me. “Don’t.”

Cami is laughing.

“What am I restrained by?” she asks.

Ronan looks at her. “Vines.”

“How restrained?” she asks, her voice dipping seductively.

“Cameron,” Ronan warns.

“I’m asking mechanically—how much can I move?”

“Sure,” Griffin mutters. “Mechanically.”