Jarvis raised his glass and clinked it gently against Kieran's before leaning back into the lounge chair across from him.
"I hope you actually make it to my birthday party this year with Leia," he said pointedly, flashing a half-smile. "You already bailed on the ferry ride."
Kieran gave a short exhale, almost a scoff. "I've never missed any of your birthday parties, Jarvis."
"I know, but this time you're supposed to attend with the woman you like." Jarvis took a sip of his drink, then added, "But right now. What's weighing you down? Spill it."
Kieran stared into the alcohol swirling in his glass for a long second before finally voicing what had been sitting heavily on his chest. "We all three are Leia's mates."
Jarvis lifted a brow with intrigue. "That's good, isn't it? She's got three bonded mates willing to protect her with their lives. Few she-wolves are that fortunate."
