Sienna's P.O.V.

The lawyer's first sentence made Riot unhappy.

"Most of this is not clean evidence you can safely rely on in a formal case."

He leaned back in his chair.

"We literally have pictures of it."

Dana Kerr didn't blink. She was forty-something, wore a gray sui

Sienna's P.O.V.

Dinner was not a meeting. I made everyone say it before I sat down.

"No evidence."

Judge nodded.

"No legal files."

Ghost nodded.

"No Silent Divine."

Roman looked at his plate.

"No Ivy."

Riot looked offended.

"I wasn't going to bring her up."

"No Co

Sienna's P.O.V.

I made them come to me. Not church. Not Judge's office. My room. Door open. Butter on the bed. My space. That felt important. Riot arrived first with coffee.

"Asked first," he said before I could speak.

I took it.

"Good."

Dragon came next. Ghost after him. R