Julian's POV
I had been wandering around like a possessed man, my mind a chaotic mess of Richard's threats and Lucy's presence.
All I wanted to do was find Catherine. I wanted to make sure she was okay wherever she was. That's a lie.
The truth is that… I needed to make sure that she wasn't in the hands of that Dante guy. After hearing what Kiera said, I haven't stop imagining the worst of things.
I moved to the garden, walking silently on the grass, I didn't stop until my eyes found moving shadows.
The world seemed to stop at that point, the air turning into poison in my lungs.
Catherine was in the shadows but I could still see her pressed against the wall, her blue gown glowing in the moonlight.
And she wasn't alone. That guy "Dante" had her pinned. His hand was buried in her hair, his body crowded against hers, and they were kissing with a passion that felt like a physical strike to my chest.
