Carrick listened gravely. Their time together was over, and Samandriel was no longer his slave, but soon to be a Supernatural.
"I know how much you long to be whole again. I can't imagine what it must be like to lose the divine part of yourself and be condemned into a human body. But I do know that I spent over thirty mortal years in service to the Supernaturals before the proper time came for me to become one of them."
The thought of spending more time with Samandriel in his bed was a dangerously seductive one. Carrick thought for a moment of Russell, his devoted lover waiting for him at home, and for the first time in the last 24 hours, felt an inkling of what could only be shame. How would his husband feel if he were to embark on not merely a single day with a slave boy, but full blown affair?
The vampire looked down at the grace then back at Smandriel. "I wouldn't break my promise to you," he said simply. The Grace is yours." He set it gently in Samandriel's lap.