I knew the moment that my father had mindlinked that things were about to go down. The demand to see me alone was enough. I had wanted to be there for Wren as she met her mother for the first time... as she waited for her to recover... that was a time she would need her mate; but there was something in my father's tone that told me I was not to argue.
I wandered reluctantly toward his office, my mind working over time with the possibilities of why he needed to see me. He did not yet know about Wren and I, and nor did I intend for him to discover the truth until the day of the wedding. It was not that I did not trust my father, but he was unpredictable. I would like to think he would support me, and follow tradition too, but a smaller part of me was concerned about the agreement he had made with Grace's father.
