Catherine's POV
I had been running for nearly an hour, pushing my pace until my legs felt like lead and my lungs burned with every breath. A jog was the only way to clear my head after the disaster in my bedroom with Julian. I needed to drown out the memory of him drugged, the heat of his skin, and the way he had looked at me before he collapsed. I was just reaching the edge of the estate, my skin slick with sweat, when Gabriel's car pulled up alongside me. He hadn't been back home since the night with Dante, and seeing him now made my heart skip a beat.
Gabriel tapped his horn twice, gesturing for me to get in. I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and moved to the other side to get into the passenger seat. The air conditioning plus the sweat on my body made me feel really cold.
"Here," Gabriel said, offering me his jacket.
I took it with a nod. "I haven't returned the other one you gave me at the gala night."
