“In the store,” Roland repeated, flipping the covers back, pivoting Allie around until her legs were out of the bed, then pulling her up into a sitting position. “Right at this very moment, there’s a Dragon Lord in the store. Get dressed and get downstairs.” “What about…?” She twisted around until she could see Graham. With the heavy drapes still shut and the only light spilling in the open door, she couldn’t tell if he looked any better. Roland tossed a pair of clean underwear at her head. “I’ll keep an eye on him.” “You’re not coming down?” He stared at her for a long moment. Opened his mouth. Closed it again. “No,” he said at last as she shimmied into her jeans, “I’d just be a distraction.” Even barely awake, Allie knew distraction was not his first choice.
