Eve's POV
The summons arrived on Saturday morning.
Formal Conclave seal. Heavy paper. The same courier system that had delivered every other piece of official correspondence over the last three months.
Eve opened it at the kitchen table with everyone watching.
Proceedings scheduled for Monday, April seventh. Ten o'clock. Main chamber. All parties required to attend.
She set the letter down.
"Two days," she said.
Vessa picked up the letter and read it twice. "Standard scheduling. No delays. No extensions." She looked at Eve. "They are moving quickly."
"Because they want it over with," Damian said from his position by the window. "The longer it drags out the worse it looks for everyone involved."
"Or they already know how they are voting," Damon said. He was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. "And they want to get to the ruling before anyone can organize opposition."
