bother with airport records or ferry manifests when you were on an
island? In the dark of night all you needed was a rowboat and a
small ship of some kind anchored in deeper waters and you could
move on and off the continent without having to declare anything
to the authorities. You could even move a kidnapped woman.
Helen?s heart turned over and she started to scan the black water
frantically for any hint of a boat. She couldn?t stop picturing the
animal look Creon had in his eyes as he brought his dagger down
over her heart. Helen didn?t love her mother?she barely knew
her?but she wouldn?t wish the terror that she had felt in that moment
on anyone. There was an evil inside Creon, and Helen suspected
she had only seen a tiny fraction of what he was capable of
in their one brief struggle.
Hector?s shape suddenly darted forward, urged on by a huge
burst of speed. Helen?s eyes weren?t as keen in low light as Hector?s
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and she had to squint to see what he had seen, but when she did,
she faltered and nearly fell out of the sky.
There were dark shapes on the beach. There was no fire, no flashlights
to illuminate the scene so it was hard to tell how many
people were there. Helen sped up, overtaking Hector from the air,
and watched helplessly as a woman was brought to her knees by a
big man. Helen heard the woman scream, and suddenly the scream
was silenced with a gurgle. Flying faster than ever before, Helen
swooped down and got close enough to see Pandora fall lifeless
onto the sand at Creon?s feet, and another Pandora, chained and
staked to the ground behind them, shimmer and shift into
Daphne?s form.
A second later, a bestial roar erupted out of Hector as he saw the
body lying in the sand. His whole frame shook with unnatural rage