Sienna's P.O.V.

I asked Roman to meet me at Dana's office. Not my rental. Not the compound. Neutral ground. He arrived ten minutes early and waited in reception. No extra texts. No pressure to prove I was coming. Dana gave us the small conference room and shut the door hal

Sienna's P.O.V.

I made dinner. This was a mistake. Not emotionally. Culinarily. Riot stared at the casserole.

"What is it?"

"Food."

Ghost looked at it.

"Debatable."

Dragon smiled like he wanted to live. Judge said nothing. Roman was smart enough to keep his face neutral.

Sienna's P.O.V.

I wore the beacon in my shoe. That made Judge unhappy. Which helped.

"If you limp, I'm blaming the technology."

"You are not inside."

"I can still judge remotely."

"Appropriate road name."

He gave me a look. I smiled. Tiny. Then stopped. This was not f