When he didn’t offer the name, Sasha looked up at him expectantly.
“Tell me what you called him,” she demanded.
“Maximus of Jeru.”
He’d never told a single soul about Maximus of Jeru. He expected her to laugh and felt his own lips twitch at the memory. But Sasha looked at him steadily, absorbing his words as if they revealed something terribly important.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because he deserved a noble name. He had a noble heart.”
She nodded once, accepting that.
“His limp improved, and his coat began to grow lush and shiny around his scars. Maybe I healed him, though I didn’t know it then. I thought my affection was healing him. He started following me around wherever I went.”
“What happened to Maximus?” There was trepidation in her voice, and Damion answered immediately, not allowi
