Page 842 of End Game

Her eyes flood again.

“Fuck you.”

His mouth lifts. “I assume that means you like it.”

She hugs him.

Ronan stills for one tiny beat before his arms fold around her. Not tentative. Not anymore. His cheek rests briefly against the top of her head.

Then Dex is there, because Dex has never allowed tenderness to happen without inserting himself physically into it.

Cami points at his pants.

“Pull those up first.”

“Bossy.”

“DEX.”

He laughs and fixes himself.

Then she hugs him too, and he squeezes her so hard her feet almost leave the floor.

“You lied to me.”

“I did.”

“You said jewelry.”

“I panicked.”

“You couldn’t think of literally anything else?”

“I was under pressure.”

Finally, she turns to me.

The room feels different when she does, quieter in a way that may exist only in my head.

Her eyes drop to my forearm.

Her thumb moves carefully beside the bandage.

“You gave me mine.”

The memory hits fast enough that I can almost smell disinfectant and mint gum.

“Yeah.”

Her gaze comes back to mine.

“And now you have it.”

“All of us do, Princess.”

Her lower lip trembles.

I fucking hate that.