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“The blindfold?”

“The Veil of Obscured Perception.”

“The cuffs?”

“Manacles of Voluntary Restraint.”

Cami wipes tears from her cheeks before saying, “Ronan.”

“What?”

“Did you name these alone?”

“Yes.”

“That's somehow worse.”

I point at the plug. “Please.”

Ronan looks at it. “The Keystone of Fortitude.”

There is silence.

Then Griffin laughs.

Actually laughs.

I stare at him. “You laughed with intent.”

Ronan covers the box again.

“Loot is earned through critical success or exceptional play.”

I sit back. “This is the best day of my life.”

Micah looks at my ring. “Second best.”

My chest does a stupid warm thing in the middle of being painfully hard.

“Fine. Second.”

His foot brushes my thigh once under the table.

It’s enough.

Ronan picks up the initiative cards.

“Reroll.”

Phase two.

Combat.

This time Micah goes first.

Then Griffin.

Then me.