Nora's POV
"Summoned?" James repeats, his voice carrying a sharp edge. "You're no longer part of their coven."
"I'm aware of that." The words stick in my throat as I examine the letter again. There's nothing else written here, just a cold, formal request to appear at the gathering hall this afternoon. Charlette's signature sits at the bottom, and I turn the paper over, searching for any hidden message or concealed warning.
Anything that might explain this.
Because none of it adds up. I'm not a coven member, which means ignoring this summons carries no consequences. I can't be disciplined under Witch Law, and they have no authority over me. I want to believe Charlette wouldn't lure me into danger, but what if someone forced her hand? What if the Grand Shadowhaven stood over her shoulder while she wrote this?
"What could they possibly want?" James takes the letter from my hands, scanning the contents.
