VALEN’S POV
“Surprise!” a chorus of shouts and congratulations rang out as the lights switched on the moment Zira and I stepped through the front door.
No amount of acting in the world could help me fix the look of surprise on my face, but I managed not to roll my eyes at the ridiculous display. I looked down at Zira where she stood at my side, grinning impishly at me.
“Balloons? Really?” I drolled.
Her excited grin stretched wider, her hazel eyes practically sparkling. “You can’t have a party without balloons. Happy Birthday.”
I bit back the bite of emotion that suddenly tightened my throat. The last time I’d ‘celebrated’ my birthday, I’d been seven. My mother would have to hide any gift she bought me unless Luther discovered them.
“Don’t be angry, Valen.”
Zira’s soft plea brought me back to the present, and I realized I’d started frowning. She was looking up at me with a worried expression now, and I’d long ago stopped questioning my need to always have her smiling.