?Unless whoever kidnapped her is just that good,? Jason added.
?What are you talking about?? Hector said derisively. ?Helen?s a
full-on monster now with her lightning. I don?t care who this evil
twin is, no one is that good.?
?Twin,? Lucas repeated, thinking. ?It could be that simple. She?d
have the same lightning, the same strength, and a lot more
experience.?
The brothers looked at him as he got down on his hands and
knees and examined the floor. He reached under an end table and
came up with a drained hypodermic needle.
?That rules out Helen going willingly. Whoever she was, she
came prepared. And she must have known about the cestus and
how it works, or she never would have been able to penetrate
Helen?s skin,? Lucas said, his breath catching only slightly when he
said her name.
He handed the needle to Jason and dropped back down to examine
the floor one last time, in case he missed something. When he
was satisfied, he stood up and looked through his cousins instead
of at them, still thinking. Then he went to the windows by the door
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and looked out at the raging storm. Lucas watched mini mudslides
slosh down Helen?s driveway and out into the street and knew that
any path Helen might have left would be long gone.
?Was there anything else in Cassandra?s vision?? Lucas asked
hopefully.
?The last thing she said was that she thought Helen would still be
safe tomorrow morning,? Jason replied, shaking his head doubtfully.
?Cass had a brief flash of Helen standing in a window that
looked like some kind of hotel on Nantucket, but she couldn?t be
sure.?