Page 671 of End Game

“Oh my God. How many did you originally have?”

“Fifty.”

I start laughing.

I can't help it.

The laugh comes out wet and wrecked and probably a little hysterical.

Micah lets me.

When I finally breathe again, I look down at the ring.

The word hits me all over again.

Fiancé.

I have a fiancé.

I'm somebody's fiancé.

Micah's.

“Does this mean I level up?”

He closes his eyes.

“No, seriously. Hierarchy question.”

“Dex.”

“Do I outrank Ronan now?”

“No.”

“Even after jewelry?”

“No.”

“Feels arbitrary.”

Micah gets to his feet and offers me a hand.

I let him pull me up.

The ring flashes again.

My chest does another stupid thing. “Wait.”

He looks at me.

“Ronan.”

“What about him?”

“We can't all be married and leave Ronan wandering around unmarried like some mysterious forest cryptid.”

Micah stares at me. “That is your immediate concern?”