Helen glared at her, furious and still groggy from the drug. ?What
do you want from me??
Daphne?s face and body began to shift, not just changed in mood,
but in shape. One moment Helen was looking at an older version of
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herself, and the next moment she was looking at a woman in her
sixties with salt-and-pepper hair. Before Helen could even gasp,
the dowdy woman disappeared and was replaced by a brunette in
her late thirties. Then that woman disappeared and Helen was
looking at her mother again. She held up Helen?s heart-shaped
necklace in one hand and touched her own identical necklace with
the other.
?There are a lot of things I need to tell you about who you are and
where you come from. Things that are going to hurt you,? Daphne
said in a direct, almost brutal way. ?But I don?t have any choice.
Creon is on this island right now, and he is coming for you.?
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Chapter Sixteen
At around eight o?clock in the morning, Lucas finally accepted
the fact that he had run out of time. The sun was
up. It was the next day, and Helen was probably already
standing in a hotel window somewhere, in fulfillment of
Cassandra?s prophecy. He knew his best bet would be to
give up, go home, and wait for his little sister to see something else,
even if it half killed him to admit that. He hadn?t beaten Fate.
Again.
Lucas saw the Pig still parked out in front of his house, and had