Catherine's POV
We arrived at the warehouse, which was a skeletal remains of hulking mass of rusted iron and broken glass located at the very edge of the docks. As Julian killed the engine, the silence of the docks felt heavy, punctuated only by the clanking of a buoy.
"Stay behind me. This place could be dangerous," Julian murmured, his hand instinctively reaching for a small knife he kept in the glove box.
"Okay."
We entered through a sliding door that groaned on its tracks. Inside, the space was cavernous, lit only by a single halogen lamp hanging over a scarred wooden table in the center of the floor. Kiera and Dante were already there, Dante was seated while Kiera kept on pacing around. I had never really seen her angry but it looked like I would be witnessing it now.
"Hey, Ki," I greeted, walking over to her. She turned to me, her arms were crossed tightly over her chest. Her hair was pulled back so tight, making her features look more of an elder lady.
