Eleanora's POV
"You remembered?"
"Of course I did."
I was surprised. He had remembered what I myself had forgotten.
My birthday? I've not celebrated that for over 400 years.
Atticus never asked me about it so he couldn't have celebrated it but I didn't blame him for it since I never really thought about it myself anyway.
The last time I celebrated my birthday was on Andreas with Arturo and all the other mages. I had turned 19 and received so many gifts, it was a fun day but only a week after that everything went away when Andreas fell.
After that, I hadn't thought of my birthday even once. Not until Vince asked me about it.
"Thank you," I smiled at him.
"If you're thankful, give me a kiss," he leaned down, puckering his lips and closing his eyes.