CHAPTER THIRTY
Ceres felt like her heart might leap out of her chest when she saw her father standing in the doorway of her chamber. He was dressed in fine clothing and his face was no longer pallid like it used to be, his cheeks rosy, his lips tilting upward. And those eyes… How wonderful it was to see his kind, loving eyes again, the eyes she trusted and immediately soothed her frazzled nerves.
She rose to her feet to run over to him, but the shackles restrained her.
His gaze fell upon the chains, and his expression turned worried. He strode across the chamber and reached arms around her.
She squeezed him tightly, nestling her face in his chest, the warmth of his body, the tenderness of his embrace, bringing tears of joy to her eyes.
“I missed you so,” she whispered.
“I love you,”
