Without taking my eyes off him, I squint slightly and flash a small smile, which makes Kalet cross his arms and glare at me.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Kalet grumbles after a few seconds.

“I want you to keep an eye out for when the flowers for Giselle arrive and go upstairs to see her reaction,” I order, lacing my fingers together and resting my chin on them, “and obviously, you'll have to come back and report to me.”

“Why do I have to go?” he complains.

“Because I’m ...