writing or through his wife, Mildred. But no one has seen him in
person since then.?
?Mildred? That?s not a Greek name.?
?She?s mortal, of course,? Lucas said with a raised eyebrow.
?Scions from other Houses usually
send us into a murderous rage,
remember? Not exactly good for a marriage. And the only other
option would be for us to marry our cousins.?
?Oh, right. Forgot about the Furies for a sec. And with just one
House left the only Scions around are related to you. Gross,? Helen
said, rolling her eyes at herself for missing such glaringly obvious
points.
?You?re not related to me,? he whispered, gently pulling on her
hand to bring her closer to him. Then, abruptly, he turned and
started leading her through the garage.
They could have walked in a straight line around the edge, but instead
Lucas chose to bring her through the maze of cars. Right before
they got to the door that led into the kitchen he slowed and
turned back around to face her with a smile. She could hear his elevated
breathing and his hand felt light in hers. For just a moment
he pulled toward her, as if he were looking for a way to scuff his
chest across hers and fall against her mouth, but at the last moment
he turned away and brought her inside the house as if nothing
was going on.
And maybe nothing was. Helen was so confused. But as soon as
they entered the kitchen she had other things to worry about. Like
tinnitus. In an instant, she understood why Castor and Pallas had
gone outside to talk. It was really noisy in there.
Noel was working her magic over the stove, and the rest of the
family seemed to be collecting around her as inevitably as water