Vorian POV
By the time we’d finished with the setup, my shirt had already been discarded. Between the relentless sun and the stifling humidity trapped beneath the tent, the heat was unbearable. Montana might have a reputation for cooler air, but on days like this, it didn’t feel much different from the South.
When the last of the chairs were in place, women climbed ladders to hang strings of greenery, their arms reaching gracefully as they worked. Speakers had been mounted at the corners, someone testing the sound system with short bursts of static. I was so absorbed in the progress that I didn’t even realize how much time had slipped by until Kavira’s voice broke through the buzz of activity.
“Looking good! It’s almost supper time,” she called out behind me.
I checked my watch, startl
