THIRTY-ONE
“HAVE YOU EVER DISOBEYED A DIRECT ORDER?” Tess asked, without lifting her head from his chest.
“Yeah, right then, two minutes ago.”
She smiled. “Before the sex.”
“Not since I was six years old.”
When Harry ordered him out of Olympus? She didn’t know if that was what he meant, but the memory of it changed her mood.
Despite the volume of things they had to talk about, their intimacy had taken priority. Maybe it had been wrong, but at the time it felt vital to their existence.
“Baby,” she said, trailing a fingertip down his arm that was relaxed on the ground at his side. “I know things.”
“What things? That Asclepius told you?”
She’d been about as honest as she could about what the doctor told her before his demise.
As they were outdoors and the ground was roug
