she had never thought to look up.
?How did you get under me?? she asked, shifting her position
ever so slightly.
?I caught you. I saw you faint and slowed your fall as best as I
could, but we were already close to impact when I got an arm
around you.? He shifted as well, and then flinched in pain. ?I can?t
believe we?re alive.?
?Neither can I. I thought you were coming to kill me tonight, but
instead you caught me,? she marveled, still stunned. ?You saved
my life.?
It was as if the fall had knocked all the rage right out of her. She
didn?t hate Lucas at all. She felt the pressure of his arms lying
across her back increase slightly, quickly, and then relax again.
?The sun?s coming up,? Lucas said after a while. ?Hopefully, my
family will be able to see us now.?
?All I can see is your chest out of my right eye and mounds of
sand out of my left. Where are we??
?At the bottom of our impact crater on the last bit of beach before
Great Point Light at the absolute tip of the narrowest strip of sand
on the northernmost end of Nantucket Island.?
?So . . . easy to find,? Helen quipped.
?Practically in my backyard,? Lucas joked, and then flinched
painfully when he laughed. He went quiet for a moment before
speaking again. ?Who are you?? he finally asked.
?I?m Helen Hamilton,? she replied hesitantly, not sure what he
was getting at. She wished she could see his face.
?Your father?s name is Hamilton, but that?s not your House,? he
said. Helen could feel the capital H in the word House just from
the inflection he used. ?You would normally have taken your mother?s
Scion name rather than your father?s mortal one. Who was