SOLANA
Steeling my resolve, I walked towards them. Zamora was taken aback. She probably thought I was going to yell and attack her. But, honestly, I didn't have the energy to do that. Roman would give me an answer to all the questions brewing in my mind once he was sober enough. But for now, I needed to take care of him because I was still his wife. So, I reached for him and pulled him away from Zamora.
She stumbled, lost her footing, and fell, whining like a two-year-old. I ignored her, concentrating on helping my six-foot-something husband, made of pure masculine strength and muscle, to our room.
He groaned, leaning heavily against me.
"Smells like my flower," he slurred, and I swallowed hard, tears pricking my eyes.
No.
I couldn't be weak now.
With sheer willpower, I finally made
