Page 840 of End Game

“Dollface.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Cami,” Griffin says, and she turns toward him.

His mouth is already trying to smile.

That gives us away more than anything else.

Her eyes narrow further. “You people are terrible at surprises.”

“Just let us give you the damn present,” I tell her.

She sighs dramatically. “Fine.”

She closes her eyes.

Dex gestures at Griffin.

Griffin reaches for the buttons of his shirt.

“Unbutton faster,” Dex says.

Cami’s eyes immediately fly open.

“Hey!”

“No peeking,” Dex says.

“Someone was stripping.”

Griffin laughs under his breath and opens his shirt enough to expose the left side of his chest.

Cami freezes.

Her mouth opens.

Nothing comes out.

Her eyes lock onto the clear second-skin bandage, onto the black lines beneath it, onto the nineteen sitting directly over Griffin’s heart.

“Oh.”

It’s barely a sound.

Ronan quietly begins rolling his sleeve.

Her head turns.

She sees his forearm.

Then mine.

Three.

Her hand rises to her mouth.

Dex smiles.