Sienna's P.O.V.

By dinner, everybody knew something had happened in church. Nobody knew exactly what. That did not stop them from acting weird. Bikers, apparently, were just middle-school girls with louder engines.

The first man I passed in the hallway looked at me, looked awa

Sienna's P.O.V.

Roman waited until after dinner to ask. Actually ask. Progress was getting annoying. I was walking back toward the guest wing when he stepped out of the side hall.

"Sienna."

I stopped. He stayed six feet away.

"Can we talk?"

"About?"

"Something I did."

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Kai's P.O.V.

Sienna gave me exactly three permissions. One: help her recover one old email account. Two: compare it against my local message archive. Three: tell her what was missing without deciding why it was missing. The third one was the hard part. Not technically. Pe