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      haven’t been very many of them in our House’s history, but every

      one of them that we know about has turned out to be, well . . . evil.”

      A few tense minutes passed with Cassandra cupping her hands

      over her eyes in a posture of deep concentration. Finally, she

      looked up at Helen, and with a determined smile she dispelled the

      lingering negativity.

      “Well, you’re safe for now. I don’t see any immediate threats,”

      she said reassuringly, watching Helen cradle her still-tender midsection.

      “Any idea which human saw you chasing Creon?”

      “Gretchen. Don’t worry, no one will care. She’s always saying

      stuff about me,” Helen said positively. “Wait a sec. How do you

      know someone saw me?”

      “These cramps you’re having? They’re the curse. Your mom

      cursed you to feel almost unendurable pain if you use your Scion

      powers in front of mortals,” Cassandra said with a shrug.

      “Is that what it is? It’s been driving me crazy all week!” Lucas

      said from the front seat as he turned down the long Delos

      driveway.

      “Of course you wouldn’t recognize them. You’re a boy,” Ariadne

      said. “Curse Cramps are sadistic, really. I haven’t even read about

      anyone doing it in centuries.”

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      “My mother cursed me?” Helen repeated back to Cassandra, who

      nodded sadly.

      “Way back, hundreds of years ago, it was thought to be the only

      way to keep women Scions in line with the society of the time.

      Mothers would do it to their daughters to keep them from drawing

      too much attention to themselves because women weren’t supposed

      to be special or smart or talented.” Cassandra wrinkled her

      nose, like she had said something that smelled bad as it came out

      of her mouth.

      Helen sputtered uselessly to herself for a few seconds, unable to

      process what she had just learned. Cassandra took Helen’s hand

      and smiled kindly at her. “If it’s any consolation, the curse probably

      kept you hidden all these years.”

      “As much as I hate to admit anything so barbaric could be useful,

      I have to agree,” said Ariadne as she opened her door and got out

      of the car. “If you hadn’t been cursed, can you imagine what your

      mortal dad would have gone through when you were a toddler with

      all that strength? He tries to punish you, you throw him out a window.

      Bedtime would have been a bloodbath.”

      “Well, when you put it that way,” Helen admitted as she climbed

      out of the back, accepting Lucas’s politely offered hand. As she and

      Lucas walked side by side behind Ariadne and Cassandra toward

      the house, she started to laugh to herself.

      “What is it?” he asked.

      “I always knew my mother hated me, and now I find out that she

      literally cursed me,” she replied, hearing her voice sound matterof-

      fact. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything that made so much

      sense in my whole life.”

      “Your mother was trying to protect you,” Lucas countered

      judiciously.

      “Oh, you are such a boy! You’ve never had cramps,” Helen

      muttered. They paused on the landing.

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      “Maybe take your shoes off,” Lucas said, looking down at Helen’s

      feet. She was caked in black marsh mud all the way up to her waist.

      “Maybe get a hose,” Helen countered with a laugh.

      “I can do better than a hose,” he said with an easy grin, pulling on

      her hand to follow him toward to the pool. “Outdoor showers are

      sort of a requirement for our family.”

      He brought her to the outdoor shower and left her there to go to

      the pool house to get some towels and a change of clothes. When

      he was completely out of sight she self-consciously stripped down

      in the shower area. The beautiful teak walls of the shower curved

      around in a spiral that screened off the important parts of her

      body, but her feet and the very top of her head were still visible.

      She’d taken millions of beach showers like this, but never without

      wearing a swimsuit. She washed as quickly as she could and was

      nearly finished by the time Lucas returned.

      “The T-shirt’s definitely mine, but I have no idea who the sweatpants

      belong to. Don’t worry about it, though. No one will care,” he

      said, flipping the clothes and a big beach towel over the top of the

      screen. Then he put a plastic shopping bag down on the ground.

      “That’s for your uniform and sneakers.”

      “Thanks,” Helen called out, painfully aware how little space stood

      between him and her naked body. It was silly, really. Everyone is

      naked under a few millimeters of clothes, but this felt different

      somehow. It felt dangerous. She watched his feet through the gap

      at the bottom of the screen as he began to turn away, hesitated,

      and then hurried off. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d

      been holding.

      The clothes he’d left her were gigantic, but they were soft, comfortable,

      and they smelled like dryer sheets. She toweled off, put

      the borrowed outfit on, and came out of the shower area carrying

      her bag of dirty clothes.

      By the time she and Lucas made it into the house, Jason and

      Hector were sitting at the kitchen table watching Cassandra and

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      Ariadne shower a man Helen didn’t know with affection. Lucas introduced

      Helen before giving his uncle a big hug.

      Pallas Delos was a large, blond man, still glowing with health and

      youth even though he was graying at the temples. He and Hector

      shared the same cautious smile and sharp eyes, but there was more

      of Jason’s and Ariadne’s prettiness about him than Hector’s blunt

      masculinity. He shook Helen’s hand politely, but his curious stare

      followed her long after the introduction was over and it began to

      make Helen feel uncomfortable. She wondered if he was just reacting

      to her taboo name or if he had heard unflattering things about

      her from someone in the family. His stare made Helen jumpy. She

      tried to hide herself behind Lucas.

      “Okay, everybody out. I have to get started on dinner,” Noel

      ordered as she entered the kitchen, waving her hands in a shooing

      motion. Helen found herself being pulled out the back door by

      Lucas.

      “It’s a good idea to stay out of my mom’s way when she gets like

      that or you’ll end up chopping vegetables for the next hour,” he

      said. He led her back outside toward the grassy lawn between the

      tennis courts and the pool.

      “I don’t mind helping,” Helen said, starting to head back toward

      the house.

      “I do,” Lucas said with a sly smile, tugging on her hand. “Besides,

      I thought you wanted to learn how to fly. Isn’t that what caused all

      the fuss earlier this afternoon?”

      Helen could tell he was upset and trying not to show it. “About

      that,” she began, scrunching her face up guiltily.

      “Yeah, that was bad. And it was all my fault. I should have taught

      you to fly as soon as we healed from our fall, but I didn’t trust . . .”

      he said, stopping himself and shaking his head ruefully. “Never

      m
    ind. The point is, once I learned I could fly all I wanted to do was

      get back in the air. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat. It was stupid of

      me to think you would wait.”

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      “How old were you when you found out?” Helen asked.

      “Ten? But it took me a while to understand it,” he said as if to

      prepare her for something. “Scions are born with all their talents,

      but it takes time to discover how to use some of them. Especially if

      there’s no one with your particular talent to act as a mentor.”

      “Did you have one? A mentor, I mean.”

      “No. I don’t know any other Scions who can fly besides you. But I

      had books, and my family for support.” He pulled up and stopped

      to face Helen. “You never had any of that, so this might be a little

      harder for you.”

      “I’m good at hard, it’s easy I’ve never trusted,” she responded

      quickly, but he gave her a look that indicated he thought she had

      missed his point.

      “I just don’t want you to get discouraged if this takes us a while.

      So before we start, I have to explain some things,” he said, suddenly

      all business. “Strength, speed, agility, acute hearing and eyesight,

      beauty, rapid healing, and intelligence, although that last

      one’s debatable, these are all gifts that pretty much every Scion

      has, and we don’t have to be trained to use them. But there’s another

      group of talents that are rare, and most of them take some

      work. Flying is one of the rare ones. And it’s one of the hardest to

      get the hang of.”

      “I honestly don’t care how hard it is to master this. I don’t care if

      this takes me years. I’m just dying to do it again!” Helen bounced

      up and down on her toes impatiently.

      “Okay, okay! First of all, you have to hold still. The jumping part

      comes later when you want speed,” he said with a laugh as he put

      his hands on Helen’s waist.

      She gasped faintly at the unexpected touch, and tried to make

      herself stand still like he had said, but it wasn’t easy. They stood

      for a few moments, just staring at each other.

      “Close your eyes,” he whispered. Helen’s heart was racing and

      she had a feeling Lucas could hear it.

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      “Calm down,” he said, smiling with his eyes closed. “Try and slow

      your pulse down if you can.”

      “I’m trying. Do you have to stand so close?” Helen asked, her

      voice thin and shaky.

      “Yes. I don’t want you to get away from me. That would be bad,”

      he said in a deadpan voice, maintaining his concentration. A few

      seconds passed. When he next spoke he sounded very calm and far

      away.

      “Now. Focus on your body. Take a deep breath and follow it in,

      like your brain is floating gently inside that air you’re breathing.”

      He waited a few moments for Helen to get to where he was.

      It took her a few breaths, but eventually she was able to do it. He

      knew exactly when she was ready. “Good. Now you’re inside of

      yourself,” he said triumphantly. “Can you feel the weight of you, all

      stacked up and all tied together?”

      She did feel it. She could feel the weight of her skin on top of her

      muscles on top of her bones, all stacked up, just like he had said.

      There were millions and millions of little bits of her, all marching

      around like soldiers with different but cohesive orders. Those were

      her cells, she realized at once. She giggled, thinking how strange it

      was to be this massive army and never feel it. She heard Lucas

      laugh, too, and she knew that he was right there with her, experiencing

      what she was experiencing.

      “Now I want you to do something really hard,” he said, his voice

      light and curious, almost childlike. “I want you to stay inside, but

      also look out, if you can. Don’t be scared. I’m right here with you.”

      Helen did as he told her, but the sensation was way too intense to

      process.

      She had lost her sunglasses once. She’d looked all over, in the kitchen,

      the living room, back up in her bedroom, but she couldn’t

      find them anywhere. It was annoying because she knew she had

      just had them in her hand, but she couldn’t remember what she’d

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      done with them. Then her dad told her that her sunglasses were on

      top of her head.

      In that moment she realized that she had been using the wrong

      sense. She had been looking when she should have been feeling.

      She reached up and felt her glasses with her hand, but she also felt

      them with her scalp, and when she thought about it she realized

      that she had been feeling her glasses up there the whole time.

      She’d just been so busy looking she hadn’t thought to feel.

      This was similar. Again, she was realizing that there were many

      different ways to experience the world around her. Now, she was

      still aware of all of her millions of cells, but she could also feel

      something new. She felt herself falling toward something truly

      huge, and she knew she had another sense that could stop the

      falling.

      Scared out of her mind, she instinctively pushed with this new

      sense. She needed to put some distance between her little army

      and the big, fast monster she was falling toward—the monster she

      suddenly realized she had been falling toward every second of

      every day of her life.

      A moment too late to stop herself, Helen realized that the monster

      was the earth, and the falling sensation was gravity—and that

      what she had just done was switch it off. Vertigo sucked at her,

      pulling her off balance. She grabbed on to Lucas, frantically burying

      her face against his chest. He was the only unmovable object in

      the entire universe, and if Helen let him go of him she knew she

      would spin off into space forever and ever.

      “It’s okay,” he whispered into her ear. His breath was warm, and

      his voice soothed her. “I won’t let you go, Helen. I promise. Do you

      trust me?” The temperature dropped and great gusts of wind

      tossed her hair around in a tangle.

      She kept her face pressed against the L-shaped hollow where Lucas’s

      shoulder turned into his neck. She told herself that this is

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      what difficult felt like, this was the “hard” that she had been cavalier

      enough to tell Lucas she preferred to “easy.”

      “Yes,” she whispered, feeling the cold, thin air crawl into her

      clothes and snatch the sounds she made away from her lips as soon

      as she spoke.

      “Then prove it,” he whispered back. “Open your eyes.”

      They stayed in the air until the sky was almost completely dark and

      Helen was so cold she couldn’t stop shaking. There was a lot for

      her to learn. Defying gravity was a big deal, but it was only half of

      flying. The other half was less of a mental leap, but it was also

      much trickier. Helen learned that to move through the air she

      couldn’t just flap her arms or kick her feet. She had to manipulate

      the air around her. Lucas started to teach her how to command the

      air, make it denser on one side and thinner on another so that a

      tiny, Helen-sized curr
    ent was created around her. When Lucas did

      it, it seemed as if he were floating underwater. The wind didn’t

      whip at his hair or clothes, but flowed around him, gently holding

      him or quickly pushing him depending on how fast he wanted to

      go.

      Lucas spent most of this first lesson just floating there in front of

      Helen as if he were in the ocean, his long limbs sinuously riding

      the currents, his fingers splayed to stave off random eddies. He

      kept his arms out and ready to catch her in case she shot off too

      fast, or slipped off a current of air pressure that she had created

      unevenly before she tumbled into a spin. Flying was complicated,

      and Helen didn’t have the feel of it yet. It was a bit like learning to

      drive a car and aim a rifle at the same time. It required a light

      touch and complete concentration.

      Lucas also taught her tricks for not getting spotted by the “gravity

      impaired,” as he called the poor landlocked suckers they were looking

      down on. Helen was surprised to learn that early evening was

      actually the most dangerous time to fly. Sunset was when people

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      looked up to admire the pretty colors, and on Nantucket it was also

      when half the island’s residents were making their living taking

      photos or churning out watercolors.

      Several times, Lucas had to grab Helen and fly out over the ocean

      so they weren’t seen. Apparently, flying any time during the day

      was dangerous, but if Helen stayed high enough, anyone who spotted

      her would think she was a bird. Night was the safest time, of

      course, and that’s when they could fly closer to the ground, which

      Lucas promised was a thrill. But all of it was a thrill to Helen, and

      when Lucas finally said that they should go in, she literally whined

      and asked for five more minutes. Lucas just laughed.

      “Believe me, I know how you feel. But I’m freezing,” he said.

      Helen pushed away from him with narrowed eyes and a small

      smile. She swooped over his shoulder and around his back, softly

      brushing against him as she passed.

      “Tomorrow?” she asked, feeling shy and powerful at the same

      time. He rolled over gracefully and captured one of her arms just

      before she could drift away.

      “Tomorrow. I promise,” he said quietly as he reeled her in. “But

      it’s nearly dark and my family will worry about us if we stay out

      any longer tonight.”

     


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