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

Sienna's P.O.V.

The van turned right after forty-three seconds. Then left. Long straight. Railroad crossing. I knew because the floor changed beneath me. Three hard bumps. Metal vibration. Horn somewhere far enough away to matter. I counted. Not perfectly. Good enough. T