Catherine's POV
I couldn't understand why the heck Julian would be so insensitive and talk to Gabriel like that. What the fuck was going on in that brain of his? He knew better than anyone else in this house that we were walking on a tightrope made of glass. Every word he had spat out at the breakfast table was like a hammer blow to that glass, and for what? Just to see Gabriel flinch? Just to prove that he could? I sat there for a few seconds after the front door slammed, my heart drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs, watching Julian casually finish his juice as if he hadn't just invited a war into the dining room. He looked so calm, so utterly pleased with himself, and it made my blood boil in a way that had nothing to do with the physical heat of the room.
