Ty’s POV

“Promise me you’ll come to the party tomorrow,” Jax said, eyes narrowing on me after dinner, his tone light but his gaze too intense to ignore.

I arched a brow. “Trying to guilt-trip me on your birthday now? Low, even for you.”

Before he could answer, Daddy Caius cut in with a smirk. “Don’t worry about that, son. I’ll personally drag Ty to your doorstep with a gift in hand and glitter on his face if I have to.”

“Dy!” I groaned, ...