“It’s your birthday on Solstice.” “So?” I’d been trying to forget that fact. And let the others forget it, too. Rhys’s smile became subdued—feline. “So, that means you get two presents.” I groaned. “I never should have told you.” “You were born on the longest night of the year.” His fingers again stroked down my back. Lower. “You were meant to be at my side from the very beginning.”
