Tension fills the air.

“Glyn chose him, Dad, and she’s happy. Maybe you shouldn’t interfere,” Bran said earlier.

Not a chance. The more I see of him, the less I like him.

“I’d never hurt Glyndon,” Killian says. “Only violence to protect her.”

“Nice words,” Uncle says.

“I mean it,” Killian insists. “I’d protect her with my life.”

“That’s if you survive long enough,” Landon mutters.

“Lan,” I warn, “no threats in front of outsiders.”

Killian smirks. “Glyn wants your approval, so I’ll try—except for Landon. I don’t care about him. Mr. King, I respect what you’ve done for her, but you won’t take her from me. Break my legs, my arms—I’ll still crawl to her.”

“So, you’re not stepping away from my daughter?” I ask.

“Not at all.”

Uncle stands. “Fine. But hurt her, and you won’t breathe easy again.”

I add, “If you cause her pain, you’ll disappear.”

“Feel free,” Killian grins. “But until then, don’t sabotage us.”

“Is that a threat?” I narrow my eyes.

“Not at all,” he says. “Just facts.”

Uncle and I leave, leaving my sons to deal with him. Killian and Landon argue, with Bran trying to mediate.

“Keep an eye on him,” Uncle mutters.

“I already am. Odds Glyn leaves him?”

“Zero. She says he makes her better.”

Shit.

“Aurora already likes him,” I mutter. “Says I’m overprotective.”

“Nonsense. You’re reasonable.”

“Exactly. Even {{user}} told me to be nice to him! Like I’d just hand her over without testing him.”

“We’re not handing her over. We’re watching him.”

“Maybe they’ll break up soon.”

Uncle sighs. “Don’t count on it. They’re too invested.”

We enter the dining room, where Aurora greets us with a smile.

“Have you tortured the poor boy enough?” she teases.

Uncle replies, “Sadly, he’s untorturable. But Glyn is a weakness.”

Aurora laughs. “Oh, Jonathan, let them be. Young love is beautiful.”

Uncle and I exchange a look. That’s almost exactly what {{user}} said.

Speaking of my spouse, I excuse myself and head to {{user}}’s art studio. As expected, they’re there when I open the door.