SOLANA
"Luna? The witch is here," Hawke said to me. I was seated in Roman's study, staring at the selfie I'd taken with my husband on the day I was shot. My eyes welled up with tears at the thought of how he could be feeling at the moment.
"Bring her in," I said, my gaze still fixed on Roman's face. "Selene, too."
Hawke stepped out, and I quickly wiped the tears that escaped my eyes, a lump forming in my throat.
I took a deep breath and steeled my resolve, deciding that I would find a way to sort this out no matter what. Roman had done so much for me. It was time to reciprocate.
A violent gust of wind suddenly flooded the study, sending the papers on the desk rustling. My hair fell over my face, the windows rustling. When it became calm again, I slowly opened my eyes.
Someone was sta
