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Drifter frowned but turned and marched away. He grasped Allie’s hand on the way by and pulled her along with him. She stumbled along behind him and out of the room.
In the hallway Allie dug her heels into the carpet and stopped them a few yards from the open door. “Drifter! Wait a second!” He stopped and released her but stood facing away from her. She set a hand against the wall and leaned against her arm to frown at him. “Why did you want to get into the ship?”
“I didn’t want to go into the ship.”
“Then why did you ask to go in there?”
He sighed before he lifted his chin slightly. “I had planned to keep you in there until all this was done.”
She lifted up the garlic wreath between two pinched fingers. “Why? I’m fine with this, aren’t I?”
Drifter half-turned to her, and
