Maddox's P.O.V.

Apologizing in private was easier. That was how I knew private wasn't enough. I had hurt Sienna in hallways. At bonfires. In the clubhouse. Around people who remembered jokes longer than facts. So I called the meeting myself. Not church. Open floor. Old membe

Kai's P.O.V.

I brought Sienna a key. Not metal. Worse. A hardware security key the size of my thumb. She stared at it across Dana's conference table.

"What does it open?"

"Everything I built for your case."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Define everything."

Reasonable. I opened a

Knox's P.O.V.

The plan looked better before Sienna walked in. That should have warned me. Bishop had the map on the wall. Ghost had public records. Dana had a legal sequence. Riot had complaints. Dragon had coffee. Roman was not in the room. Temporary boundary. Still active