Watching Constans laugh was one of his favorite things. His face transformed from serious and mildly intimidating, to relaxed and open, and Isaac could see a hint of the young mortal man who died too young at the age of twenty-six. Beneath the suave exterior and the ice-cold demeanor lay someone entirely unexpected. Isaac didn’t know who Constans was yet—but he wanted to know. He wanted to know Constans beyond the surface layers, to the person he caught glimpses of in quiet tender moments.
