The bloodclan was happy for him developing a Leannán bond with Isaac. It was so rare for their kind to find a person, or even rarer, persons, to love in such a way that the bond formed. He knew he was blessed—by fate or destiny or a long-forgotten benevolent god from his mortal life, or perhaps even the goddess of death and magic, Hecate, that Angel and Isaac swore by—whatever the reason, he would treasure the gift he’d been given. And he would treasure Isaac beyond all measure.
