Xavier, who had been shuffled behind his wife’s small back, had to take deep breaths to avoid getting too flustered knowing that he was a person who had faced death’s doors too many times to count.
So, really, he could do it.
He could survive whatever this was.
There was the hard launch that had just happened, and how even the single-celled organisms of the Empire probably now knew that he was the husband of one Luca Kyros.
But more importantly, there was the matter of reassuring his little wife, who sure looked like a courageous chipmunk as he faced off with Cassian.
Now, obviously, Luca would be able to obliterate the heir of the Federation if it really came down to ability or even just sheer willpower, but Luca had never been that kind of person.
Of course, certain individuals who had been defeated and dismantled to oblivion would think and say differently, but there was a reason they weren’t there to talk or defend their case.
Then again, even if Luca had been one to punch first and ask later, Xavier was shameless enough to admit that he was rather biased.
But really, of all things... Cassian wanting him?
Which planet had to be sacrificed for such a curse to come out of anyone’s imagination?
Xavier’s hand slid around Luca’s waist as if he needed to both comfort and hold back a small fighting dog.
Not that he was concerned about what would happen to Cassian or the possible political fallout, but because he was concerned about his wife getting sick from biting that opportunistic narcissist.
"Luca," Xavier said calmly, his voice steady despite everything, "maybe it’s as the Benefactor said. Maybe it isn’t like that at all."
Luca’s head turned immediately, worry clear in his eyes.
But Xavier only offered a reassuring look before continuing, his tone remaining composed.
"After all, it would be rather presumptuous to assume romantic interest outright," he added lightly, though his gaze flicked toward Cassian with something far sharper underneath. "For someone like me, I suppose there could be... other reasons to be of interest."
"So perhaps," Xavier continued, his arm still steady around Luca’s waist, "there’s a reason for looking at me nine times?"
There was a subtle emphasis in his words.
Those who were quick caught it immediately.
Nine times.
That wasn’t something that could be easily dismissed.
This time, his gaze settled fully on Cassian.
"Would you care to clarify, Mister Benefactor?" Xavier asked, tone polite but leaving no room to retreat.
It sounded reasonable.
But to Cassian, it felt like a trap. Actually, no, it was definitely a trap to put into words the kind of interest he had.
Worse, any complaint he made now, or any attempt to protest the situation would only make him look guilty.
A war crime would have been better than this.
But he couldn’t lose focus.
Nor could he allow them to get the better of him.
Cassian looked past Luca and met Xavier’s eyes.
And immediately felt his temper rise.
Unlike the golden-eyed cadet, this one didn’t look confused.
He looked at him with clear killing intent.
Fine then.
He would see how far they could play.
The Federation heir, who seemed to have recovered thanks to sheer irritation, finally managed to speak.
"Of course, I was interested."
There were gasps.
Actual, audible ones, because no one had expected him to admit that so plainly.
But unlike earlier, Cassian didn’t flinch this time.
He had already chosen his route.
There was no way to perfectly win in this situation, but after being pushed this far, he figured he might as well take something from it.
"However," Cassian continued, voice steady now, "I believe Young Lord Luca may have misunderstood a few crucial things."
He gestured lightly around them.
"Like everyone here, I’m interested in DG," he said, tone even. "In this day and age, who wouldn’t be?"
His gaze shifted, deliberately landing on Xavier despite now addressing Luca.
"But in particular," Cassian added, "I heard that he’s the Royal Military Academy’s top student in your year."
Luca looked taken aback, clearly unsure if he should believe that.
Cassian noticed so he pushed further while shrugging slightly.
"I was simply curious," he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "about the abilities of such a top student, as well as the other rumored honor students."



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