Sienna's P.O.V.

My old apartment smelled like dust and coffee. Mostly dust. The coffee was Zane's fault. He stood in the doorway holding two cups and one empty cardboard box.

"Asked first," he said.

I looked at the coffee.

"What is it?"

"Black. One sugar."

I took it.

Maddox's P.O.V.

Apologizing in private was easier. That was how I knew private wasn't enough. I had hurt Sienna in hallways. At bonfires. In the clubhouse. Around people who remembered jokes longer than facts. So I called the meeting myself. Not church. Open floor. Old membe

Kai's P.O.V.

I brought Sienna a key. Not metal. Worse. A hardware security key the size of my thumb. She stared at it across Dana's conference table.

"What does it open?"

"Everything I built for your case."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Define everything."

Reasonable. I opened a