MAXIMUS’S POV

How does breathing work again? Because looking at Damien I seem to have forgotten how to.

Damien stood there watching me. Same blue eyes as mine. Same broad shoulders. Same sharp jaw. Same person that had once watched over me…then watched me fall apart.

He didn’t speak.

I didn’t either.

Emilia’s hand tightened around mine gently. When I turned to her, she gave me a small, warm smile. One that told me she understood everything without a single word.

“I’ll give you two some privacy,” she whispered.

I shook my head, instinctively wanting her close, but she only squeezed my fingers again and stepped away before I could...