Claire stepped in front of Roy when he tried to leave the room. “Where are you going?”
“They will kill us.” He held her gaze a moment. “This is serious. Stanley especially won’t want to hand us over. Not now he knows you’re a dragon. They killed his parents when he was five.”
She pressed her hand against his chest, the beat of his heart steady beneath her palm. “I’m sorry. Nate and I are terrible together. The bigger the fight we’re going into, the more we joke around. I know Wayne is serious. And the rest of them. I was there when they pointed guns at us.”
“Guns? Do I get a g*n since I don’t get to be a dragon?” Nate asked.
“Can you use a g*n?” Roy moved so he could see Nate, but not enough that he dislodged Claire’s hand.
“Yep.”
“Really?” Roy sounded sceptical.
“His first dad like
