‘What’s this, then?’ Light swaggers to the table, swiping his finger through the cream.
I smile. ‘It’s your birthday cake. Do you like the fangs?’
Light raises his eyebrow, as he slowly sucks the cream from his finger. ‘Couldn’t find any with cute vampires and bat wings?’
‘That’s sarcasm, right?’ I push him down into a chair.
‘Oi, mind the leathers.’ Light tilts his nut. ‘What’s all this in aid of then, luv?’
‘One year ago Blood Dragons was published. Rebel Vampires has been all around the world for a year: Blood Shackles and Blood Renegades too. Books, rock anthems, Rebel Gear clothes and accessories, and jewelry… It’s been a whirlwind.’
‘Whirlwind? We’re celebrating my election to Blood Life? Near death? Enslavement? Trial as a traitor..?’
‘Love. Heroic battles. Rebel Age!’
‘Enough said,’ Light grins, his fangs shooting out, as he bounces up, ‘let’s kick off this party. Where’s the Guinness?’
I grab a cold bottle of Guinness from underneath the table and pass it to Light; his eyes gleam. ‘Happy birthday, Light!’