?He?s your brother,? Helen said back.
Then she heard the door slam. Lucas had left the room. Helen
stood up and called after him, but she couldn?t leave the ring until
Hector, her dojo master for the day, dismissed her. She turned to
him and pleaded with her eyes.
?You may be safe for today, but you?re still in a lot of danger, you
know. I know you don?t like this, but you need to train. And anyway,
it would be better if you just let him start hating you now,
Helen,? he said heavily.
?What are you talking about?? she asked, surprised that Hector
could be so unfeeling.
?Then chase after him if you have to,? he said, looking away.
Helen bowed to him and ran out of the practice ring. ?But it will
only get harder,? he warned as she turned to close the door. She
slammed it behind her to make her point . . . though she didn?t exactly
know what that point was.
She ran outside and heard a deep thunking noise coming from
the tennis courts. She started to run and then realized that, duh,
she could fly. Leaping into the air, she looked down to see Lucas in
the tennis-courts-turned-arena, chucking spears at a target. He
saw her and took flight, meeting her in the air.
?Come on,? he said, taking her hand and looking down at a
couple of mortals on the nearly empty beach below them.
?Someone could still see us.?
They flew high, going north to Great Point where they could be
alone. They touched down on the soft sand around the lighthouse
and transitioned into two normal people walking on the chilly
beach, holding hands. Lucas was still silent after a few moments so
Helen decided to go first.
?You know we were all joking around, right? I wasn?t trying to