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“But we're fucking.”

“Correct.”

“We have established diplomatic relations.”

“Correct.”

“We've exchanged fluids.”

“Dex,” Micah says.

“What? This is relevant case law.”

Ronan's mouth twitches. “As we begin, I am not in your target pool.”

My brain latches onto the as we begin.

Interesting.

“Griffin may target Cami. No one except Cami may target Griffin sexually.”

Cami smiles sweetly at her husband. “Hi.”

Ronan reaches behind the screen.

He sets four of the colored glass bead containers in a row. “Inspiration from the current campaign carries over.”

I stare. “No fucking way.”

“Yes.”

I look down at my spot.

Three beads.

Three.

I slap Micah's arm. “I have three.”

“I can count.”

“I'm rich.”

“You're an idiot.”

“An inspired idiot.”

Cami has two.

Micah has one.

Griffin has two.

He looks at his like someone has handed him foreign currency. “What exactly can we use them for?”

“Rerolls. Advantage when I permit it. Or,” Ronan says, looking directly at me, “certain petitions.”

My dick twitches. “Define petition.”