yacht and wait for his return. He wanted to make that it clear to
them that he was in charge by keeping them as far away from the
action as possible. Any one of his dear cousins might be tempted to
take whatever opportunity they could to insert themselves into the
annals of Scion history by stealing his Triumph. Creon couldn?t allow
that to happen, not even by accident. After all of the risks he?d
taken, after all of his patience, he would finally be the one to bring
his House the glory that it deserved. He was destined to be equal to
the heroes of old, like Hercules or Perseus. Maybe even better, because
Creon would do more than kill a hydra or a gorgon. Much
more. He would be the giver of immortality to his family, and to his
father.
Only one life stood in his way, and that life would be delivered to
Tantalus, Head of the House of Thebes and future ruler of Atlantis,
by Creon, his son and Heir, who would receive the honor for the
capture. And maybe he would also be given the hauntingly beautiful
prize that he deserved?his quarry?s daughter.
Ariadne and Helen drove to the compound in total silence. When
they stopped behind Matt at a light in town Ariadne waved. They
could both see his eyes and forehead pinched up with worry as he
stared at Helen in his rearview mirror.
?I know you?re sad, but you shouldn?t ignore Matt like that,? Ariadne
said with a little heat. ?He?s one of the best people I?ve ever
met, and you?re hurting him.?
?You?re right. I?m being selfish,? Helen said. She felt blank inside.
Empty. ?I know it, and I hate it, but I just can?t seem to stop.?
?That?s not what I meant,? Ariadne stammered apologetically,
her eyes on the road. ?I know what you?re sacrificing, and I know
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why. But you know what? I think you need to cry, even just once.