The healer's release instructions had been surprisingly simple.
Rest.
Stay off your feet.
Don't do anything stupid.
Unfortunately, Rowan had immediately informed him that she couldn't guarantee the third one.
The healer had informed her that wasn't a joke.
Then he'd ordered a wheelchair.
Rowan had objected.
Repeatedly.
Loudly.
Kael had ignored every single word.
Now she was rolling across Cedar Ridge territory in a wheelchair.
Against her will.
"You're enjoying this."
Kael looked appropriately offended.
"I am not."
"You are."
"I'm following medical instructions."
"You've wanted to push me around in a chair since the moment the healer suggested it."
"That's ridiculous."
"It is not."
Kael continued pushing the wheelchair.
Completely unbothered.
The traitor.
Apparently
