Aria's POV**

Sunday morning arrived with the kind of crisp autumn air that would have been perfect for training exercises if I hadn't been too nervous to leave my room. The investigation had been hanging over me for a week, and with trials starting tomorrow, I needed to know whether I'd be participating or packing.

The answer came at precisely 10 AM.

"Heir Ari," Commander Hayes said, knocking on our door, "you're requested in Conference Room Five. Immediately."

My stomach dropped to ...