CHAPTER 89

Rachael waited until she was certain Alan had risen before she went to Keeley’s chamber. Though all the Woods warriors were notoriously early risers—they somehow functioned on but a few hours’ sleep every night—Alan had devoted most of his time for the last weeks to Keeley’s bedside.

After she saw him reenter his chamber with food for Keeley to break her fast, she waited a few moments and then knocked.

Alan opened the door and Rachael straightened her shoulders. “I’d like to say my farewell to Keeley if she’s feeling well enough this morn.”

“Of course. Come in. She’s breaking her fast and grumbling about being held captive in her bedchamber.”

Rachael grinned at Alan’s exasperated tone. She walked inside to see Keeley sitting up in bed, more color in her cheeks than had been there the day before.

“I’ve come to bid you farewell.”

Keeley’s lips turned down into an unhappy frown. “So soon? I had hoped to spend more time with you.”

Rachael perched on the edge of the bed, taking Keeley’s ha