THIRTEEN
CERTAINTY WAS A MYTH.
Pacing, Tess did a terrible job of hiding her anxiety. How many hours had passed? How long had they been ensconced in their concrete tomb?
A life on the run might come with a trail of negatives. One positive she hadn’t considered? Freedom.
The only tether she’d had was her mother and that wasn’t like this. All her life, they’d been in the air. In the world. Out there. Free to roam. Nomad was a label she’d used in her head, but she hadn’t appreciated the value of that existence.
“Why?” she whispered. “What the hell…? Out. We need to get out… How?” If Daire was there. If he was with her, he’d have them out already. He’d never be able to watch her drive herself nuts… Would he? “Just keep thinking. Keep moving. Stay alert.”
“Quit it,” Styx said from the bed
