SOLANA
Heat flooded my face at the sound of Hawke's voice, squeezing my eyes shut in utter embarrassment as my husband slowly lowered my leg to the ground. His hand lingered for a moment, steadying me, before he finally stepped back.
Hawke stood frozen in the doorway, his jaw slackened. His eyes were wide, his gaze darting between the unconscious intruders sprawled on the floor... and me, pressed against the wall with my robe hitched up indecently high.
I yanked the fabric down so quickly I nearly tore it.
"Oh Goddess," I muttered under my breath, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow me whole.
Hawke cleared his throat, awkwardly.
"Alpha?" he managed, his voice cracking with barely concealed horror.
Roman didn’t flinch. He didn’t even face him. He just angled his head tow
