Page 313 of End Game

Ronan lets go. “No.”

“April?”

“No.”

“Can I submit a scheduling request?”

“No.”

“Google Calendar invite?”

“Dex.”

“Understood.”

I grin into my coffee.

Micah waits until after breakfast.

Dex has already given me the stuffed axolotl, candy, flowers, and a novelty pair of socks covered in tiny dice.

He also gave Micah new colored pencils and watercolor markers he'd been eyeing, two records, candy, and something in a tiny black box that made Micah kiss him hard enough I politely looked elsewhere.

Ronan received coffee beans from a roaster Dex researched specifically because they process everything to an apparently obsessive degree.

Ronan pretended not to be impressed.

Nobody believed him.

Eventually Micah disappears upstairs and returns with two small boxes.

One goes to Dex.

One to me.

Dex looks between them. “Did you coordinate gifts after witnessing my fiscal collapse?”

“No.”

“Suspicious.”

Micah hands me mine.

“Open them.”

Inside is a bracelet.

For a second I think it's a replica of the one he already made me.

Then I realize it isn't.

It goes with it.

Same general style.

But different etched in drawing.

There is one darker element worked through the center.