how to swing a sword if she couldn?t be wounded by weapons,
and she didn?t need to fight if she could simply fly away. She knew
that eventually Hector or Jason would come looking for her at
home, so she wandered outside with no clear destination, hoping
that a little speed would help clear her head. She was in jeans and a
sweater, not exactly running gear, but it didn?t matter. As soon as
she was out of the town center she went off Polpis Road, heading
east. She didn?t care where she ended up, as long as it was away
from people. As she ran she realized that she had come this way
once before, and although she didn?t want to think about her first
flight and everything that came after it, she knew it was the perfect
place to find the solitude she was after.
The sun was going down and she was grateful to be numb enough
to experience something beautiful without her depressing thoughts
barging in and ruining it. Looking around, she saw a familiar lighthouse.
She glanced down at the sand under her feet and wondered
if it was the same sand that had cradled her and Lucas when they
were in so much pain. When they had died for a moment, she
realized.
As soon as the thought occurred to her, she knew it was true.
They had done more than just suffer terrible injury that night, they
had started to cross over. Or at least Lucas had. And she had followed
him down to stop him. And there was a river . . . Wait, what
river?
?Hey! What the hell do you think you?re doing?? Hector shouted.
He was furious. He stalked up the beach, his legs eating up far
more distance than a human?s could as he came toward her.
?How did you find me?? Helen sputtered.
?Your moves aren?t so hard to anticipate,? he sneered. ?Now get
your ass to my house.?