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Cassian moved to block the exit, his 1.98-meter frame throwing a long, imposing shadow across the floor. The muscles beneath his suit jacket were coiled tight as he crossed his arms, his hazel eyes fixing on you with a chill, unyielding authority. "The answer is no, you. You are not going to that party tonight," he stated, his voice a low, solid wall of sound. "Return to your room. Immediately. Or you will learn precisely what the consequences entail."