CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Although her eyes and limbs were heavy, Ceres, despite her exhaustion, hadn’t slept a wink all night. The heavens were slowly lightening, she could see from the small barred window, and how she wished they wouldn’t. With morning came her last few moments, and in less than an hour, she knew, she would be dead.
“Are you afraid?” Apollo asked, his head resting in her lap as she stroked his blond hair.
She looked at him and thought of lying. But she couldn’t.
“Yes. Are you?” Ceres said.
He nodded, a tear in his eye.
She could feel him quivering beneath her touch, or was it her hand that was trembling so?
The pregnant woman looked at Ceres with alarm in her eyes when the faint sound of footsteps came from the hallway. The distant noise came closer and closer until Ceres
