Eira's POV
"Caldwell, cut the cake already," Rafe commented, glancing at the huge wall clock hanging on the wall. "The day has started."
Jason silently handed me the knife. I took it, emotions rising unexpectedly inside me. My eyes burned, but I forced myself to stay composed. I did not want to cry. Not now.
"Raven is in deep sleep, so I didn't bring him," Kael said gently.
"Oh." I looked at him and nodded. "You did well. It's hard for him to sleep peacefully."
"We are going to cut another cake later, the one Raven selected for you," Roman added. "That will make up for it."
"He chose the cake?" I asked softly. "When?"
"That's his secret," Roman replied with a faint smile. "Just know that he was very excited about it."
I smiled, looking forward to it. The thought distracted me enough to steady my breathing, and I inhaled slowly to calm myself. All good now.
