SOLANA
I could feel the ravaging heat all the way from where I stood among the gathered crowd. Smoke clogged my lungs, the crowd yelling profanities and tossing stones at the scene in front of us. That's when my blurry vision cleared and I saw it. Roman tied to a stake. His head hung forward, sweat and blood dripping from his bruised face. But when he sensed me, his gaze lifted, finding mine through the smoke.
There was no anger or hatred in his eyes. Only complete devastation.
"Why...?" I heard him say. "Amira... why did you do this to me?"
Even through the noise, I could hear his voice clearly, and the agony in it.
My knees buckled. "I didn't...Rhaevor, please—I didn't mean—I'm sorry—"
Rhaevor? Why would I call him that?
The fire roared, swallowing his legs, climbing upwards like
