Evie spent the next two days analyzing every interaction she had ever had with council members. Who had seemed too friendly? Who had asked too many questions about Hope's development? Who had visited the estate more often than necessary?
"This could be a trap," Gideon said as they reviewed her notes. "Someone trying to make us paranoid, turn us against the council."
"Or it could be the truth," Evie countered. "We cannot ignore it."
Victoria entered the study without knocking, her expression troubled. "We have another problem. Elder Sophia just sent word. She wants Hope to attend a council gathering next month. A celebration of hybrid children, she says. Several other families with hybrid babies will be there."
"Absolutely not," Gideon said immediately.
"We cannot refuse without raisin
