EIGHT
TWO DAYS OF TRAINING for Olympus meant two days of not much for Tess. Cleaning the Beast was the first thing she used to distract herself from the commands and noises of exertion that came from outside. It was easier not to think about what Harry was putting his people through. What he was putting Daire through.
It astounded her. Lying on the bed in the Beast, she stared at the ceiling imagining the times she’d lay there with Daire. Dwelling didn’t change anything. Their love was secure. It didn’t matter if they were physically occupying the same space or not. Yet, time was running short. Every minute was one closer to him leaving her. Soon she’d be on her way back to Vegas. Given all that had happened there, was it any wonder that prospect filled her with dread?
The door opened f
