It seemed that Keeley had no sooner laid her head on her pillow than a knock sounded loudly at her door. She opened her eyes and blinked to try and orient herself.

　　It had to be near to dawn. She’d spent two hours meticulously cleaning and restitching Alaric’s wound with the aid of his two brothers. She’d been bleary-eyed and near unconscious by the time she’d stumbled to her chamber.

　　She was tempted to pull the pillow over her head and ignore the summons at the door, but before she could do anything, it burst open.

　　She yanked the covers to her chin despite the fact she was fully clothed...