Page 688 of End Game

Little Dex stands even taller and salutes the flag.

Griffin clears his throat.

Ronan looks around at all four of us. “Questions?”

I raise my hand.

He sighs. “Yes, Dexter.”

“Is there a boss battle?”

Ronan smiles. “Survive long enough to find out.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

We roll initiative.

Cami gets nineteen.

Micah gets sixteen.

Griffin gets fourteen.

I roll a seven. “Bullshit.”

Ronan writes the order down. “That is what the die says.”

“My modifier?”

“This isn't your bard.”

“I have natural charisma.”

“Not mechanically.”

“Micah.”

“Don't involve me.”

Cami is almost vibrating.

Ronan looks at her. “Cameron. Your turn.”

She glances around the table.

Her eyes land on me. “I want to kiss Dex.”

“Persuasion.”

She rolls.

Seventeen.

Ronan barely looks at the die.

“Successful. Thirty seconds.”

I spread my arms. “Come to papa.”