SOLANA
The moon goddess undoubtedly has a weird sense of humor. Pairing Hawke with Kamala was some serious crazy work. As Roman and I headed back towards our home, our fingers entwined, he seemed more quiet than usual. I had been surprised when he'd suddenly told me it's best if we headed back home.
"About your question from earlier..." Roman suddenly said, and I perked up, my heart rate spiking.
"Aren't you scared that I might be way worse than you think I am?" He said, and my throat went dry.
"I know who you are—"
He stopped moving, and I stiffened. "Do you?" My husband asked, his expression neutral.
He stared at our entwined fingers, running the pad of his thumb over my knuckles.
"I have blood on my hands, Solana. I never claimed to be a saint. I told you already...most people ar
