wondered again if she actually had walked for days, like she did in
her dream, or if there was something wrong with her mentally.
Noel?s words about love being able to drive a person mad came
back to haunt Helen. Were her all-too-vivid nightmares what Noel
had meant? And then she had to consider if, at that point, it might
not be a comfort to go stark, raving mad.
Creon stepped onto the dock from the private yacht his father had
supplied for him and his team. The trip across the Atlantic from
Spain to Nantucket had been long and tedious, but necessary. They
required tools that would never make it through customs, even on
a privately owned plane, and what was more, they could never fly
their quarry back, anyway. That would be foolish. She needed to be
properly secured no matter how much the preparation inconvenienced
Creon and his team.
His father had explained it all to him?how years ago he?d had
the chance to kill her, but that he had fallen under the spell of her
face?the Face. Creon was surprised that his father had been weaker
than him, but that, too, was a sign of the coming of Atlantis. The
Scion generations were fated to get stronger and stronger, to be
born with more and more talents until finally, a generation was to
come that could defeat the gods. His father?s moment of weakness,
as unfortunate as it was, had its benefits. In that moment, Tantalus
had learned of her phobia for the water. Creon?s quarry feared and
hated the ocean, and that was an advantage for the Hundred Cousins.
By using a boat to transport her, she would be virtually imprisoned
by an element she could not control, and considering how
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powerful she was, they needed to give her prison as many layers of
walls as they could find.
As he disembarked, Creon turned to tell his crew to stay on the