Catherine's POV
We walked back to the car in silence, the rain still coming down in thin lines. Thankfully it wasn't heavy enough to completely soak us, though it was enough to chill the skin and make our hair damp.
Julian didn't let go of my wrist until we reached the passenger door. His hold on me was way too careful like he was making sure I didn't disappear on him again.
When we got into the car, he shut his door a little too hard, the sound jolting through the small space. My fingers were trembling, so I pressed them against my thighs, pretending it was from the cold.
He turned to me at once.
"Did he touch you?" His voice was low but sharp, cutting right through.
"What?"
"Did Collins make you do anything?"
"No." The answer came out fast and I instantly wondered if he heard the hesitation behind it. "He… tried to but it didn't work."
He stared at me longer than necessary, his jaw ticking once as if he was trying to control himself from hitting something.
