SOLANA
"Dearest?" I whispered, poking my head into Roman's closet where he was sliding on his pants. He glanced at me over his shoulder, his expression schooled. I swallowed past the lump in my throat, uneasy. Ever since I told him about the dream, he seemed to have shut down. And when I asked him about what he saw, he simply told me he remembered being burnt and the feelings he'd felt in that moment. After that, a strange tension had settled between us.
"Are you upset?" I asked, and he blinked.
"Why would I be?"
That wasn't a yes or no. Somehow, that made me feel worse.
"Solana, I do wonder what's going on in that head of yours. You look like you're about to cry," he pointed out, and I lowered my gaze.
"I'm not crying," I sulked.
Without a word, he moved over to me and grabbed my
