FIFTEEN
“WHAT DO WE HAVE TO TALK ABOUT?” Tess asked her father, watching him turn his chair to face her.
Harry propped an elbow on the table next to him. “About your mom, about London… About Chester Buford.”
The first two things were expected. She didn’t expect him to bring up the former VP, though given his earlier reaction, she probably should have.
“You panicked,” she said. “When you heard Zeus told me about him.”
“How much did he tell you?”
“I don’t know,” she said on a shrug, then curled both hands around her intersecting legs. “I know he was framed for something he wasn’t guilty of… I know about Kaiya and Richard Merrill.”
Harry’s expression became more severe. “You can’t tell him.”
“Daire,” she said. “That’s why you panicked, isn’t it? Because if I know, there’s nothing to s
