THIRTY
“WE HAVE TO HIT SIX FIRST.”
“You want to punish him,” Harry said. “Anger won’t erase what’s happened.”
Sitting in the back of the truck, Tess had her elbow propped on the door, her hand in her hair. It had been a long time since she’d said anything. Daire and Harry were more interested in their own back and forth.
“Anger’s your way of life, old man.”
“It’s not healthy. You shouldn’t let it rule your head,” Harry said. “You won’t make smart choices if you make them in anger.”
“You’ve been mad at Zeus for forty years.”
“No, not that long,” Harry said from the passenger seat, glancing at his ward, the driver. “The first ten years it was more aggravation than rage.”
That was maybe the closest thing she’d heard to a joke since they’d started driving three hours ago.
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