Chapter 382 Reason? Or Excuse?

• As soon as Ann reached her office the following morning, the summons was waiting for her on her desk, sealed with the Council's mark.
• Ann turned the wax between her fingers, her thumb pressing into the familiar crest. It wasn't the first time they'd sent a summons to her before sunrise and she was well aware that it was a tactic used to drag her from sleep and force her into a situation where she hadn't had time to build an argument or a defence against whatever the issue might be.
• "It never works though does it?" Maeve snorted, "There's nothing that we've done that we need to defend against."