AMAYA'S POV
I tried to act like I didn't care about what Stanley had said but I couldn't. This information was too good for me to ignore.
"Maxim once had a human lover?" I asked as curiosity filled every part of my mind and body.
Stanley nodded and rose to his feet. I watched him walk away from me to the corner where Maxim's picture frame hung on the wall. He stayed silent for almost a minute, making me impatient. I couldn't tell if he was having difficulties speaking up or if the situation was a traumatic one. Whatever it was, it was strange how Maxim really had a history with humans for someone who hated us.
"Stanley?" I called to him softly and he sighed before turning around to face me.
"In 1819," he started to say.
Oh. Maxim was that old? 1819? How long has he been living on earth?
