Page 314 of End Game

I look at Dex.

He's staring at his own.

His matches mine.

Not identical.

His is darker overall.

Mine catches more light.

But the sketch is the same is the same.

My throat closes. “Oh.”

Dex looks up at Micah. “Did you make us couple bracelets?”

Micah shrugs. “Kind of.”

“Throuple bracelets?”

He shrugs again.

“They are absolutely throuple bracelets.”

I laugh, but my eyes sting.

Micah takes mine from the box and places it on my wrist beside the first.

Together, they look deliberate.

Like they were meant to live next to each other.

Dex holds his arm beside mine.

His bracelet lines up differently, but the shared detail is obvious once you know to look.

“This is disgustingly cute,” he says.

Micah looks mildly uncomfortable.

Which means he knows exactly how cute it is.

I reach for him. “Come here.”

He lets me pull him into a hug.

Dex joins from the other side.

Micah sighs. “This became a group event.”

“You made symbolism jewelry,” Dex says into his shoulder. “These are the consequences.”

Over Micah's arm, I catch Ronan watching us.

He meets my eyes.

Then glances at the bracelets.