felt a faint vibrating sensation, like she was standing in front of an
enormous subwoofer, but, as promised, it didn?t hurt at all. After a
few moments, Ariadne lifted her hands and looked at Helen.
?I couldn?t ask for a better patient,? she said with a beaming
smile. ?After seeing how much damage you and Luke sustained, I
had my doubts. But you?re going to be just fine.?
?Thank you,? Helen said earnestly. ?For the healing and helping
me . . .?
?And thank you for not peeing on me.? Ariadne laughed as a
beautiful pixie of a woman in her late twenties popped her head
around the half-open door.
?You two are having way too much fun to be in a sickroom,? she
said with a mischievous look in her yellowish cat eyes. Helen had a
feeling that those eyes were usually filled with some kind of
worldly mischief, and she instantly liked her for it. It reminded her
of Kate. She entered the room, tinkling like a shaken bag of loose
change. She had short, spiky hair. Helen noticed that her wrists
were buried under layer upon layer of glittering bangle bracelets,
and although Helen couldn?t see them, she could hear that the woman?s
ankles probably had a few bits of jewelry wrapped around
them as well.
?Helen, this is my aunt Pandora. Dora, this is . . .? Ariadne
rapped her fingertips on the bedspread like a drumroll. ?The famous
Helen Hamilton!?
?Ta-da,? Helen replied weakly. Pandora sat down on the end of
the bed.
?Gorge-ous! I can see why she?s got Luke?s panties in a twist,? she
said with a cheeky grin.
?No! That?s all done with! We haven?t heard the Furies since we
woke up on the beach,? Helen said urgently. When Pandora gave