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Lets Micah start losing some of that quiet control.

Then Ronan says, “Time.”

I pull off.

Micah breathes hard.

I lick my lips.

Then look at Ronan. “Petition.”

His gaze sharpens. “You may petition the DM for a reward.”

I smile. “I want you in the game.”

Nobody moves.

Ronan is still.

Completely still.

My pulse pounds.

I don't know whether I've pushed too far.

Then his mouth curves. “Petition noted.”

I stare. “Not granted?”

“Not currently.”

“You absolute tease.”

“You may return to your seat.”

I climb up.

Micah catches my hand and squeezes.

Cami is watching Ronan now.

So is Griffin.

Nobody expected that.

Good.

Neither did I.

Cami gets her own critical two turns later.

She's still on the table, hair wild, body flushed from chest to thighs.

Ronan looks at her. “Petition.”

She glances at Griffin.

Then Micah.