The biggest problem had been working with Sera on the clothing. Dress for the occasion involved outfits Vaan had no fondness for but he’d relented when tears welled in Sera’s eyes. He’d refused to enlist the aid of Vesa and Assa who were closer to his mate because the females would spill the news he wished to keep secret. Vaan drummed his fingers on his desk in nervous irritation. Tonight was the night he hoped to show Mikayla all she meant to him. The knock on the door to his office interrupted his thoughts. “Enter.” Kavan peered around the door and seeing Vaan alone, closed it behind him. Vaan lifted a brow. “You have need of me, Kavan?” “I would go over my report if you have read it.” The report. Kavan had put together the details of Mikayla’s visits to the other compounds for Vaan’s perusal. Some of the information was concerning. Shuffling the papers on his desk until he had Kavan’s on top, Vaan waved the Warlord to the chair across from his desk. Kavan hesitated and Vaan sighed.
