Page 734 of End Game

Griffin feeds Cami a bite of ice cream.

She steals another.

Everything is soft now.

Not silent.

Never silent.

Not with me here.

But soft.

I look around the destroyed dining room.

Dice everywhere.

Cards.

Clothes.

The Wand of Resonant Invocation abandoned beside Cami's bra.

One of my socks hanging off a chair.

Ronan's DM screen still standing at the head of the table like none of this was unusual.

I take another bite of ice cream.

Then I ask the only important question left.

“So who won?”

Cami lifts her head.

Micah smiles.

Griffin groans.

Ronan takes a slow bite of gelato. “The Dungeon Master.”

I stare at him.

“You made yourself the final boss, you absolute motherfucker.”

Ronan's mouth curves.

“You survived.”

I look around the table.

At my fiancé.

My girlfriend.

Her husband.

Dungeon Daddy himself.