Page 672 of End Game

I blink at him.

“He doesn't need matching paperwork.”

“I know that logically.”

“Then why are you worried?”

I look toward the kitchen doorway.

Nobody there.

Still, I lower my voice. “Because I don't want him to feel like we're all pairing off and he's the extra.”

Micah's expression softens. “He doesn't.”

“How do you know?”

“He knew I was proposing.”

My head snaps back. “He what?”

Micah's face immediately tells me he realizes he chose the wrong way to deliver that information.

“Ronan knew?”

“Yes.”

“How long?”

“A few weeks.”

“A FEW—”

Micah catches my arm. “Volume.”

“He knew?”

“Yes.”

“And he didn't tell me?”

“That was generally the objective.”

“Oh my God.”

I turn toward the stairs. “RONAN!”

Micah closes his eyes.

Footsteps stop overhead.

Cami calls down. “WHAT HAPPENED?”

“RONAN BETRAYED ME.”

Another pause.

Griffin's voice follows. “Is anyone bleeding?”