Catherine's POV
The walk to my bedroom door felt like a retreat from a battlefield. Julian walked beside me, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
"Go to bed, Catherine," he whispered when we reached my door. He reached out, his thumb brushing my cheek with a tenderness that made my heart ache. "You've had enough for one night. You need to sleep."
"I will," I promised, leaning into his touch for a brief second. "Goodnight, Julian."
"Goodnight, Wildcat."
I stepped inside and locked the door, leaning against it until I heard his footsteps fade down the hall. My mind was still spinning from everything. I needed a distraction. I needed to talk to someone who wasn't a Vaughn.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Kiera. It rang and rang, but I got no answer. I looked at the clock: 1:04 AM.
"Duh," I muttered to myself, tossing the phone onto the duvet. "She's a normal person with a normal life. She's probably asleep now."
