she cried out with all of her strength.
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Lucas couldn?t hear her. The Furies had him. All he could hear
were their commands to kill the kin-killer. Lucas hit Hector over
and over, trying to beat him to death.
Helen half flew the last few strides to the battling pair. She threw
herself up into the air and then came crashing back down on top of
them with as much gravity as she could muster. Pushing the two
boys back into the cracked rubble of the library steps, Helen threw
her arms up in a V over her head and summoned matching bolts
for each hand. Before either of them could block her, she brought
her bolts down onto the heads of the warring cousins and shocked
them both into unconsciousness. As they fell still under her hands,
Helen could hear rapid footsteps behind her. The rest of the Delos
family was coming.
?Get back,? she screamed with her ruined voice as she spun
around to face Ariadne and Pallas, who were both running toward
her from opposing streets.
Hector was unconscious, but he could still incite the Furies in his
family. His sin was so recent that the impulse to kill him would be
urgent and blinding, even to those who loved him the most. Helen
had made peace with the House of Thebes, but she had not become
a part of it, so she was mercifully free of the urge to kill Hector,
who had now become an Outcast. She got in touch with the sensation
that connected her to her lightning and felt a disappointingly
small spark. She had been running around for hours now without a
sip to drink.
She looked back at Hector and Lucas, made sure that they were
both breathing, and then stood up and walked out into the street,
putting herself in between Hector?s unconscious form and his infuriated