Kyan stumbled a little, dazed and flushed, eyes glassy from the drink. He barely knew what was happening anymore—just that Nico was here.
Nico caught him by the waist before he could fall.
"Easy," he muttered, glancing back at the two men who burst in behind him, both armed, both glaring at the man who dared touch Kyan.
"Take him to the car," Nico ordered, his voice sharp and cold. "Now."
"But—" Kyan protested weakly, holding onto Nico's shirt. "You're not coming?"
"I'll be right behind you," Nico said softly, brushing a thumb over Kyan's flushed cheek. "I just need to deal with this motherfucker first."
Kyan blinked slowly, too hazy to argue.
The men nodded, stepping forward. One gently pried Kyan off Nico while the other kept watch.
"Don't let him fall," Nico growled.
"We won't, boss."
As they led a wobbly, half-sulking Kyan out of the room, Nico turned back toward the man still standing there with his smug grin.
He cracked his neck, his fingers curling into fists.
