"No," Ignacio echoed, his eyebrows raising with interest. With one inhale he knew exactly what the boy before him was, and a smile began to spread on his lips. "You are not."

He approached Ion slowly, came close and took Ion's free hand into his own to raise it to his lips. His cool lips brushed against his skin, his voice as warm as the expression in his green eyes. "Hello, beautiful one. I believe we are kin."