Eve's POV
The week before the Conclave proceedings moved with the specific weight of time that knew exactly what it was counting down toward.
Eve woke up on Wednesday morning to find Vessa already in the study with three separate folders laid out across the table in chronological order. The directive. The vote record. Sable's testimony. Everything organized with the precision of someone who had spent forty one years learning to use the Conclave's own systems against it.
"We file tomorrow," Vessa said when Eve came in. She did not look up from the documentation. "Everything goes in at once. No delays. No extensions. Once it is filed the Conclave has seventy two hours to schedule the proceedings."
Eve sat down across from her and pulled the first folder closer. "And Malachai?"
