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Cassian, being Cassian, immediately released Everly the moment he confirmed she wasn't dead—which meant she promptly dropped the remaining three feet to the marble floor with all the grace of a sack of potatoes.
Everly didn't even bother being offended. She scrambled to her feet, frantically brushing dust off her pants while backing away from Cassian like he'd suddenly sprouted fangs. Her eyes darted to Declan and the other guests clustering around him.
"Don't touch him!!! And don't stand near him!"
She whirled toward Cassian, pointing an accusatory finger.
"You! Don't move a muscle until midnight! And if you turn into something horrifying, don't come crying to me!"
Everyone stared at her like she'd lost her mind. Cassian's expression darkened into that particular smile that promised creative violence—the kind that said 'keep talking and I'll personally redesign your face.'
"MOMMY!!! I'M STILL SCARED!!!"
