Damon POV

I called Caden, already grinning at how ridiculous this was going to sound.

“Caden,” I said.

“Damon. What’s up?”

“Seattle walk with the princes,” I started, deadpan. “If either of them so much as breathes near Kalilah in a flirty way, I’m punching them. Maybe once in the arm… maybe in the face. Depends on my mood.”

Caden laughed. “You’d really do that?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” I asked, mock-offended. “I’m envisioning two princes, all smug smiles, and me… POW. Right in the ribs. Then maybe a gentle kick to remind them who’s boss.”

“You’re terrifying,” Caden said, still chuckling.

“Good. That’s the idea. I want...