CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Samara kept her eyes closed early the next morning, listening as Adalard quietly moved around their quarters. He retrieved a change of clothing and entered the bathroom. Only when the door closed behind him did she drop her ruse of sleeping. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling through gritty eyes.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Adalard said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
She had been so lost in thought that she didn’t realize he was finished. She blinked and sat up. She studied him and noticed that he hadn’t shaved. The dark shadow of facial hair gave him an edgy appearance. She also noted faint shadows of fatigue under his eyes.
“Are you going out again? Shouldn’t you get some rest?” she asked.
He walked over to the bed and sat on the edg
