Deimos was waiting. Normally suspicious around strangers, he whimpered excitedly, waiting for my command to allow his approach. Once it was given, and surprising me once more, he nuzzled against Eva’s hip, licking the hand she extended in his direction before even greeting me. “Where’s your brother? Wait, since when do you have a brother?” “Come on,” I said, leading her to the corridor where Rayne had been staying. I bent over slightly and scratched the back of Deimos’s ear. “Traitor. Though I don’t blame you.”
