Zay stood at the door and shook the last wisps of the Illusion spell off his fingers.
Victor started singing the happy birthday song, and everyone joined in.
I couldn’t stop smiling. This—all this, all of them—was worth every price I’d ever paid.
Zay stepped up and wrapped his arms around me. “Happy birthday, love,” he said. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”
“Yes,” I said. “You can. Today and every day.” I reached up and kissed him. And oh, sweet loves, how he kissed me back.