Raisel’s POV

Soren stepped in, a warm smile on his lips, holding a cake with candles flickering on top. “Happy Birthday, Raisel,” he said smoothly.

I blinked.

“Happy Birthday!” everyone cheered in unison. My eyes flicked toward the clock—12:00 AM. Right on time.

“Come on, cut the cake,” Hazel urged.

I smiled, blowing out the candles as a round of claps and cheers filled the rooftop. I sliced the first piece, feeding it to Soren, then my friends, who playfully ...