Chapter 557

When they had walked out of the house, in the company of Zipfarah, just before the Queen had taken the route back to the community, Ketura could have sworn that Tempest had been there a mere minutes ago, but there had no sign other than the new scent, and she had found herself hoping that her friend hadn’t heard them, that the scent was just the one that had been when she had left the first time.

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A Greek god.

That was the first thing that Freya could think of when she saw her mother crying in the arms of the man who she knew was her father, when she saw her sister, Lucille, a mere feet away from them, waiting to be included.

Her father was a Greek god.

She ignored Aiden’s gruff of jealousy in her mind, and admired the man that was her father.

He was tall, very tall. Standing at more than about 6’3”. His body was strong and athletic, like he could easily run fast or lift heavy things. His skin was a warm, golden tan, as if he spends a lot of ti