straight for that slight sound. Creon had no choice but to run. He
couldn?t take both his cousins and Helen. He would have to come
back some other time.
It took him ten minutes to lose Hector in the center of the island.
His cousin was persistent, but eventually the suffocating darkness
of Creon?s shadows disoriented Hector enough so that Creon could
slip away.
Trotting up the eastern side of the beach, Creon finally checked
the ID on the call that had saved him from a terrible mistake. It
didn?t surprise him that it was from his mother. She may not be a
Scion, but she had uncanny timing. He called her back and told her
what he had found tucked away on that tiny island.
At first she didn?t believe him, though in her careful choice of
words, Creon sensed that her incredulity came not from a belief
that what he had described was impossible, but rather that she
doubted Helen herself was responsible for the phenomenon he had
witnessed. Somehow, his mother had seen or heard of a Scion being
able to break blades with his or her skin before, and Creon
pressed her to tell him who it was. Instead of answering, she asked
yet again for Creon to describe Helen. He did.
?Well, it must have been that your blade was defective. From how
you describe Helen, it can?t be her or her daughter,? Mildred said
quickly.
Creon continued to press his mother and she grew increasingly
frustrated, raising her voice and even swearing a bit. Creon was
shocked by her crass behavior. A lady never cheapened herself by
using foul language, and he hadn?t even considered his mother
capable of it until that moment. He asked her politely how she
could be so sure his blade was defective.
?Because if this girl truly was impervious to weapons, then you