Sienna's P.O.V.

Ghost did not start with a laptop. He started with a question.

"What do you remember?"

That was probably the healthiest thing anybody with a computer had ever asked me. We were in a small office off the clubhouse hallway. Judge sat by the door. Roman stood

Knox's P.O.V.

Sienna sat at the church table like she had every right to be there. She did. That did not stop Bishop from looking at me when she took the chair across from mine. I looked back. He shrugged. Smart man.

Rook sat two seats down from Sienna. Wraith was beside him. Ri

Sienna's P.O.V.

By dinner, everybody knew something had happened in church. Nobody knew exactly what. That did not stop them from acting weird. Bikers, apparently, were just middle-school girls with louder engines.

The first man I passed in the hallway looked at me, looked awa