The summons arrived two weeks later.

Formal. Legal. Requiring Dante's presence before an international tribunal in The Hague. Date: six weeks from now.

"They're really doing this," Dante said. Staring at the document. "They're going to drag everything into the light. Every decision. Every deal. Every grey area."

"Then we prepare," Sienna said. "We hire the best lawyers. We gather documentation. We show them you've done nothing wrong."

"But I have. Maybe not recently. But in the past. Building the Council. Making deals. Eliminating threats. There are things I did that won't look good under tribunal scrutiny."

"Were they legal?"

"Some yes. Some technically. Some..." He trailed off. "I don't...