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Behati could feel her heart harden in her chest. A deathly calm had possessed her, like a co-captain taking over when his partner has clearly had one too many tiny bottles of vodka. Every blink was slow, deliberate. Casmir continued to spit and roar - until, eventually, a moment of clarity found its way through the smoke and hit its mark. "I did. He is. And so is Aria, right? She's pretty. Don't you think she's pretty?" If looks could kill, Casmir would be a pile of finely sliced ham and hair.