Catherine's POV
I stood at the massive wrought-iron gates of the estate, feeling small and suddenly very uncertain. I had come here because I had to, driven by a gnawing sense of guilt towards Dante. He deserved an apology, or at the very least, a proper explanation that didn't involve me crying into his expensive shirt.
"State your business," a voice crackled through the intercom.
"I'm here to see Kiera. And Dante. It's Catherine Vaughn."
The security guard behind the reinforced glass of the gatehouse stared at me for a long moment before picking up a phone. I waited, tapping my fingers on the gate. It took nearly three minutes of whispered confirmations before the gate finally groaned open. As I walked in, I couldn't help but wonder—again—just how much money Kiera's family actually had. Their mansion made the Vaughn estate look like a guest house.
I parked and walked up to the front entrance, where a man in a black suit was already waiting.
