Zayden’s POV Just the smile on her face told me bringing Sarah here had meant everything to her. I think those two had already hugged ten times. Maybe even more. I lost count somewhere around the fifth one. Watching Traci laugh again eased something inside me. The last few days had been brutal. Between the attacks, the visions, the mark, and the disaster I created, she had every reason to hate this birthday. Instead, she looked happy. Then she turned and ran straight toward me. I barely caught her in time. Her arms wrapped around my neck while her legs locked around my waist. “Thank you very, very much,” she whispered against my ear. I held her tightly, not trusting myself to let go yet. After a moment, she leaned back enough to look at me. “How did you know?” A chuckle escaped me. “I asked Corbin what you would want most today.” One eyebrow lifted. “Other than wanting me dead, he said this.” She immediately kissed me. “I don’t want you dead.” The words were soft, sincere, and
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