THIRTY-TWO
THE MOMENT THEY GOT inside the Beast, Daire let her go, locked the door, and went to sit at the dinette to spread open the paper.
“Baby, I’m so sorry,” she said, unsure how to console him.
Anguish and upset weren’t what drove him, she could see that from the determined set of his brow. As his eyes scanned the paper, he opened the burner without looking at it.
Stepping forward, she didn’t expect to have any skills to help with whatever he was doing. Still, she wanted to be with him, to do something. It was her fault he hadn’t been with his people. Her fault for taking him away from the house. She should’ve known what Zeus would do, what he’d be capable of.
“Can I do anything?” she asked, edging closer. “Baby?”
“Just go sit down,” he said, still scrutinizing the
