SEVEN
ZIPPING UP AND DOWN the aisles, Tess grabbed everything that she could possibly need. None of it was that important. Daire and Harry were taking their detachments to the middle of nowhere, she was going to Vegas.
They had drugstores in Vegas.
What they didn’t have at camp and what she needed: privacy. Rounding the corner, Tess came face to face with the purpose of her visit. Pregnancy tests. Standing there staring at them was conspicuous. If Styx got back early or Kingsley tracked her down, they would catch her in the act.
It was stupid. It felt stupid. So she’d been dragging some days and her stomach rebelled once in a while? That didn’t mean she was knocked up. The really annoying thing was her implant. Yes, it was supposed to prevent pregnancy, but the damn thing knocked her c
