But ships burning at every port in the Narrows … that was something my father would do. I let out a shaking breath. A timid smile lifted on my trembling lips, and I turned toward the window to brush a tear from the corner of my eye before Clove caught sight of me. He couldn’t be surprised. He knew my father better than even I did. I hadn’t even let myself hope for it, but somehow I’d known deep down that he would come for me.
