Elena's POV
"Hi Elena, you have a mail," Max said after I opened my room door to his knock.
The invitation had no seal or crest; they didn't send it with any dramatic summons carried by a nervous messenger.
It was just a thin, matte-black envelope with my name embossed in silver ink that shimmered faintly when I touched it. It reacted, then I realized it had been configured to acknowledge my psychic field.
Max had left immediately. I got it, then I walked down the staircase to the living room, hoping I would see Adrian there.
"You're vibrating," Adrian said mildly, from where he stood by the window, his arms folded, watching the grounds below.
"I am not," I replied automatically.
He arched a brow. "Your aura disagrees."
I glared at him, then sighed. "Fine, maybe a little."
Inside the envelope was a single card.
The Psychic Union formally requests your presence.
Evening Convergence.
Attendance strongly encouraged.
No address or time stated.
