The hour was still quite early, and Lorna stifled a yawn as she poked her head into the modestly decorated study. The light was just breathing through the pre-dawn grayness. The room's furnishings were tasteful and well placed, but the vampire sitting at the large oak desk was easily the focal point.
She had a feeling Lucian drew attention wherever he went, which is why his departure back to Ibudal struck her as rather unwise. Judging by Nim's account of how her granddaughter and her three companions returned to Ovandale, it seemed every officer in the Ibudali army would be searching for Lucian at this point.
Nim had sent her to bring word to the vampire that his brother would be wed today and also to check if Lucian was making any progress in whatever mysterious plan he concocted to aid their cause. Lorna suspected the handsome creature with his impressively long legs resting atop the desk's fine wood was only seeking solace from the bustling farm.
