Sienna's P.O.V.

"Two years" sounded simple.

It wasn't. It was twenty-two months, technically. Seven months before the first escape. One night home. Then more than a year after they sent me back. I wrote the numbers on three index cards and put them on the table. **7 MONTHS.**

Sienna's P.O.V.

The first time I escaped Silent Divine, I stole a maintenance jacket. That was the least important part. It was also the part Riot liked best.

"You stole it?"

"Borrowed permanently."

"That's my girl."

Five heads turned toward him. He froze.

"Figure

Sienna's P.O.V.

Cole did not look like a rescuer. That was probably why I trusted him. No motorcycle. No uniform. No clipboard. No soft therapy voice. He wore a dark suit and looked annoyed at everyone. At sixteen, that seemed honest. Almost seventeen. Close