Page 687 of End Game

“No.”

“That feels intentionally vague.”

“It is.”

I grin.

This man.

This fucking man.

Ronan takes out the initiative cards.

“Phase one is exploration. You stay in your seats unless given movement. You begin fully clothed. On your turn, declare an action and a legal target. I will assign a check.”

Cami lifts her hand.

“Yes?”

“What kind of action?”

“Whatever you want.”

Her eyes widen.

“Oh.”

“Within the current phase.”

She pouts.

Ronan continues as if he didn't notice.

“A successful roll grants the action. The degree of success determines duration or intensity. For broader touch actions, you'll draw a body-zone card afterward.”

I glance at the black stacks.

Oh fuck.

“If the card conflicts with an established boundary, you redraw. That's not a failure.”

Griffin looks visibly relieved.

Ronan catches it. “Nothing tonight relies on someone being embarrassed into tolerating something.”

The room softens for half a second.

Then Ronan reaches for his dice.

“And nobody comes without my permission.”

There it is.

Cami's breathing changes.

Micah's jaw tightens.

Mine?