Elizabeth pushed the oak door open and led him inside. She gave him a brief tour of her spacious, elegantly decorated room before stepping out onto the wide stone balcony.
They leaned against the carved railing, enjoying the cool night breeze and the sprawling view of the academy grounds.
Elizabeth glanced sideways at him, her red eyes searching his face. "Is it true that you confessed to Lune?"
Solomon turned to look at her and shook his head. "No."
"My viewers and your chat told me that you did," Elizabeth commented, tapping her fingers against the stone railing.
Solomon looked up at the sky, pondering the events on the mountain. "I did not confess to her per se, and I did not mean it like a romantic declaration. But that does not mean I do not want to be around her."
Elizabeth turned her body toward him. "She has not clarified that she loves you either, right?"
Solomon nodded slowly, tracing the grooves in the stone. "We have not confessed or said anything directly."
