"So," Amanda said, her grin as bright as a spotlight and just as infuriating. "I know you're all about brooding in the shadows, but could you at least stand still so we can sing happy birthday to you?"
I groaned, raking a hand through my hair. "You've got to be kidding me."
Blaze snickered, the bastard actually enjoying this whole charade. "Oh, we're dead serious, birthday boy. Either get in here or we drag you in ourselves."
Colt, clearly unimpressed, rolled his eyes and muttered, "This is a colossal waste of time."
Luther, usually so composed, looked mildly uncomfortable. "Come on, brother. Let’s get this over with," he said, his impatience barely concealed.
I glared at them all, eyes narrowed in disbelief. "What the hell is this? And why are you all playing along?"
They exchanged
