SOLANA
"And Zamora?" Roman asked Nigel. We were back home in our territory, but I could almost still smell the smoke from the fire Nigel had started in the basement right before our departure. Even the smell of burnt flesh that had followed.
"She's yet to be found," Nigel said, and my husband sighed in frustration.
Doctor Tessa slowly moved her stethoscope over Roman's bare chest, her brows furrowed in concentration. I had asked her to come over to make sure he was okay, especially after the strenuous ordeal we'd gone through.
"I really don't need to be cooped up in bed. If anything, Solana should be..." my husband's voice trailed off when I narrowed my eyes at him.
Tessa had examined me too, telling me my blood pressure was slightly elevated and that I needed rest. But the source of
