Page 119 of Nothing Special X: The Last Stand

Xander moved Wyatt’s hands again. “All right. Enough.”

Cassidy

Cassidy hated the Astral House party before they’d even made it through the door.

The place was enormous, it wasn’t a lounge so much as a gilded maze. The music thudded through the floors, the bar was open, and industry people crowded every open space, all laughing too loudly, and touching too freely.

And everyone wanted Xander.

That was a big problem for Cassidy but Xander handled it all with impossible grace.

It was close to midnight and Xander was one of the few sober people left in the room, and he looked beyond ready to leave.

Now this Wyatt asshole was testing his limits.

Cassidy gritted his teeth when Wyatt pulled Xander close for another selfie.

Wyatt’s arm was much lower than it needed to be. Xander gave the camera a tight smile, then shifted away after the flash. Wyatt shifted with him, laughing into his ear.

“This fucker is really pissing me off,” he murmured into comms.

“Yeah,” Tech answered from his overwatch position on the second-level balcony. “Me too. But you know what real duress looks like on him.”

Wyatt grabbed Xander’s hand and pulled him toward the dance floor.

Not invited, dragged him.

Cassidy moved.

God’s command hit his ear like a door slamming shut. “Hold positions.”

Cassidy stopped, every muscle in his body objecting.

“God.”

“If Xander doesn’t wanna dance, he can say so,” God replied. “Wyatt Stanis is a buck-fifty soaking wet. Xander can handle him.”

Damn it.

“He’s probably trying not to embarrass him,” Ruxs said.

Cassidy watched as Xander was dragged into the pulsing center of the floor. Wyatt wrapped his lanky arms around Xander’s waist, thrusting his hips forward as if he was auditioning for a Dirty Dancing remake.

Cassidy read Xander’s lips as he leaned back slightly.

“Okay, Wyatt. Chill out.”

Wyatt laughed and kept grinding.

Cassidy bristled.

“Stay calm,” God ordered.

“Oh, I’m fuckin’ calm,” he snarled under his breath, eyes locked on Wyatt’s hands. “I’m two seconds from snatching him by the back of his neck, but I’m calm.”

“I don’t think you know the definition of that word,” Day said.

“Slade, stage the convoy. Moving Starlight in five,” Cassidy said.