While I was pondering it, someone knocked on my door—three hard, staccato beats. I groaned in annoyance. “Go away, Griffin. I’m not coming down.” Three more knocks. Exasperated, I hauled my ass off the bed and shuffled to the door in my bare feet, my velvet gown dragging behind me. “Stop it, Griffin! You’re going to wake the entire inn. And I’m not coming—” I opened the door. Then I stopped talking.
