reminded non-Scion mortals of their place, and Creon wanted this
mortal in particular to remember that she might be able to force
this meeting by threatening to have to police investigate his family,
but she wasn?t in control.
That?s why he picked the docks at night. He wanted to see how
committed she truly was to writing a story on his family. The fact
that she met him there proved she had a spine, if not a brain, and
because of that Creon decided she deserved a moment of his time.
Besides, she made such a pleasant sound when she was startled.
Maybe he would hear it again.
He smiled down at her innocently, as if to let her know that he
was just playing a little trick. She met his eye, but she also took a
step back?which meant she was brave but scared. Creon liked to
see those two emotions together; it made him feel like he had won
something.
?Again, I ask for the father but instead I get the son,? she said in
accented English.
?I speak perfect Spanish,? Creon replied in her native language,
still smiling at her. ?And you know my father doesn?t meet
reporters.?
?Your father doesn?t meet anyone. That?s why I?m here,? she continued
stubbornly in English. He shrugged impassively, refusing to
take the bait. She crossed her arms and studied him. ?Tantalus
Delos hasn?t let anyone see him in almost twenty years now.
Strange, no??
?He likes his privacy,? Creon said through a grin that had grown
tight.
?Privacy is the one luxury a billionaire aristocrat can?t buy.
You?ve heard the stories about your father, yes??
?They?re all lies,? Creon said as smoothly as he could, but her