Harry smiled. "True, in fact. She's a fae of the Unseelie Court. I call her Lea. My mother named her as my godmother, to protect me, and for years, Lea thought the best way to do that would be to turn me into one of her hounds." He shrugged. "It was complicated."
The music shifted, just a bit, and it was only one or two beats before Harry caught the rhythm and swept them back into the new dance.