Sienna's P.O.V.

By nine in the morning, three different people had tried to feed me. One had tried to give me clothes. Judge had tried to give me a schedule.

Apparently, walking into an MC compound as an adult woman automatically turned everyone around you into an o

Sienna's P.O.V.

Ghost verified the number in eleven minutes. He did exactly what I asked. Nothing more. **Current subscriber matches Ivy Mercer. Personal line. Want anything else?** I stared at the message. Then typed back. **No.** His reply came immediately. **Understood.** T

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