Page 796 of End Game

Might have needed Ronan to free me faster because Cami had moved away and I couldn't be the person catching her.

Instead, I watch Micah take her.

He sits on the padded bench beside the table and pulls a blanket around her shoulders before settling her against his chest.

Cami goes willingly.

Her head drops onto his shoulder.

His palm moves slowly over her upper arm, avoiding the pressure marks while he waits for her breathing to settle.

“You with me?” he asks.

“Mmhmm.”

“Actual words, Princess.”

“Yes. I'm here.”

He tips a water bottle toward her.

She drinks.

Not much.

Enough.

“Again.”

She gives him a look.

He gives her one back.

She drinks again.

I smile.

Ronan moves to my wrist.

“You good?”

“Yeah.”

“Any numbness?”

“No.”

He begins releasing me.

The first hand comes free.

Pins and needles don't rush in because nothing was compromised, but my fingers still feel strange for a second after being held in the same position so long.

I flex them.

My instinct is to reach for Cami.

I don't.