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of his breathing, a sound that she already knew so well, and
fell into a deep, nightmare-free sleep.
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Chapter Thirteen
Swathed in black shadows, Creon crouched outside Helen?s
house, his eyes glued to her bedroom window. He could
hear Hector four doors down, slipping through the neighbor?s
yard, searching for him. But Creon knew Hector
didn?t have a prayer. No one could find Creon at night if he
didn?t want to be found.
His little cousin Lucas was up there, in Helen?s bed, holding her
while she slept. Creon shook from head to toe, resisting the nearly
all-consuming urge to leap through the glass and fight his cousin
for her life. Or maybe just for her. Creon wasn?t sure what he
would do anymore, and he didn?t like this newfound uncertainty.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to get control. If he challenged
his cousin, it would be a fight to the death. Creon had no
doubt he would win, but in winning he would lose everything. He
would become an Outcast, and Atlantis would remain lost.
The choice was clear: immortality or Helen. So why was he
sweating with the effort to resist? He heard Helen sighing in her
sleep and Lucas shifting his body under hers, pulling her even
closer. Creon?s legs straightened as if of their own accord. He took
two steps toward the window, his head swimming in the red-lit
haze of bloodlust.
His phone vibrated in his pocket.
Alerted to the danger, Hector broke into a sprint and headed
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