Page 466 of End Game

Apparently, that's enough.

Maybe more than enough.

Chapter thirty-seven

Constitution Save: Failed

Cameron

“Is this because of the crazy couch sex?”

I stop halfway through filling my water bottle and stare at Dex.

He is leaning against the kitchen island, eating dry cereal out of a mixing bowl because apparently actual dishes have become optional now.

“No.”

“You answered very quickly.”

“Because that was two weeks ago, you absolute walnut.”

Micah chokes on his coffee.

Dex points his spoon at me. “I was asking a medically relevant question.”

“You were asking whether my urinary tract infection was caused by the five of us turning the living room into an OSHA violation.”

“Yes.”

“That is not medically relevant.”

“It feels medically relevant.”

Ronan looks up from his laptop at the other end of the island. “It was fourteen days ago.”

I turn toward him. “Thank you.”

“That does not make Dex's question impossible.”

I stare at him.

His mouth twitches.

Traitor.

Dex looks delighted. “Dungeon Daddy is on my side.”

“I am not on your side. I am correcting her implication that elapsed time alone completely excludes causality.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh my God.”

Micah sets his mug down. “You’ve had two doses of antibiotics now, right?”

“Yes, thank fuck for urgent care.”

My water bottle reaches the top, and I screw the lid on before I can overflow it all over the counter.

“You couldn’t go see your regular doctor?” Dex asks.