Page 711 of End Game

“Fair.”

I roll.

The die spins.

Hits the edge of my tray.

Bounces once.

Natural twenty.

The room detonates.

I throw both hands up. “YES.”

Micah swears.

Cami claps.

Griffin shakes his head.

Ronan looks at the die.

Then at me. “Critical success.”

I point at Micah. “I believe I declared an action.”

“You did.”

Ronan nods toward Micah. “Consent?”

Micah looks down at me. “Yes.”

“Granted.”

Micah shifts forward.

I take him into my mouth.

No teasing.

No wasting the roll.

He groans.

His fingers tighten in my hair.

I give him exactly what I promised.

Performance.

I hear Cami swear.

Griffin mutters something.

Ronan waits.

Lets me work.