Dion:

She's finally eighteen. I couldn't be happier than I am. It's not easy to wait this long, but as soon as we get to the club, we split up. I'm not celebrating; I'm leaving that to my children. Grinning, I walk upstairs. There are a few vampires sitting there, looking at me like I'm a ghost, but my best friend is grinning at me. He has a woman on his lap and is smiling mischievously at me.

"If that isn't the man of the hour." I smile and sit down opposite him, looking down. "Where's the little one?" he asks, and I raise my eyebrows and point at the...