Page 708 of End Game

Ronan's voice softens. “Good girl.”

She visibly shivers.

I lean toward Micah. “Are we sure praise isn't magic?”

“No.”

Fair.

I don't get my natural twenty until the third initiative reset.

By then, Cami is naked on the table.

Micah is naked except for his socks because we somehow forgot them, and I refuse to let anyone ignore this.

Griffin is in briefs.

I'm naked because apparently every person in this household has made stripping me a campaign objective.

Ronan is still fully dressed.

Which is obscene.

The man has watched all four of us lose almost every piece of clothing while sitting behind his screen taking notes.

Taking.

Notes.

I don't know what he wrote.

I may never know.

I would commit crimes to find out.

Phase three begins with another initiative roll.

I get second.

Micah first.

Cami third.

Griffin fourth.

Micah declares he wants me.

Ronan says, “Specific actions.”

Micah's eyes slide down my body. “I want him on his knees in front of me.”

My stomach drops.

Oh.

Ronan considers. “Intimidation.”

Micah smiles. “Really?”