Catherine's POV
"Julian." His name escaped me before I could think. I quickly shot up from the bed. "What the hell are you doing in my room? Get out."
He didn't answer. He just stood there for a second, breathing hard like he'd run all the way here. His jaw flexed once, and then he shut the door behind him.
"Why are you shutting the door? I saidddd, get the fuck out!"
He ignored me and scoffed. "Nice performance tonight," he finally spoke, his voice cutting through like a blade. "Very commendable."
I clenched my jaw. Of course, he'd start like that.
"You missed the encore, though," I fired back, narrowing my eyes. "Should've stayed longer."
My words seemed to hit him because his smirk immediately faltered. He crossed the room in two strides, and before I could move, his hand shot out, not rough, but firm, catching my wrist and yanking me closer.
