?And Hector is a dead ringer for Creon, and Lucas looks like one
of Poseidon?s children from the House of Athens!? Castor shouted,
losing his patience. ?More often than not the way we look has nothing
to do with who parented us. You know that as well as anyone!
Helen?s mother could be any one of the five different Daphnes who
were killed in the slaughter eighteen years ago.?
?You?d do anything to keep the peace, wouldn?t you? Even let that
woman get away,? Pallas said, pushing past Castor and throwing
Hector?s restraining hand off his shoulder.
Lucas took an automatic step forward to get his cousin?s back.
Hector could easily overpower his father if he had to, but Lucas
didn?t want them to fight at all. A fight would delay him from finding
Helen, and he had to see her. They weren?t supposed to be separated,
and Lucas couldn?t shake the overwhelming sensation that
something very wrong was happening.
?Where are you going, Dad?? Hector asked wearily, backing off
from a physical fight.
?To find the woman who murdered my brother,? Pallas said
through gritted teeth as he strode toward the door.
?You will not go,? Cassandra said.
Everyone in the room froze at the sound of her voice. There was a
chiming tone to it, as if more than one person was speaking at the
same time. The voices coming out of her were old and young and
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everything in between, all speaking in harmony. Lucas saw Claire
take an instinctive step back toward Jason in terror. Cassandra?s
mouth was glowing, and her hair was writhing around her head
like snakes.
?Lucas, son of the sun, is the only one who can see the face he
seeks,? she continued to prophesy. ?He will find the daughters of