Catherine's POV
I was still trying to regulate my breathing as I walked through the main hallway. The scent of Julian's cologne was stuck on me, a reminder of the way he had just held me in the car.
I was still stupidly blushing hard and reliving the moment but I had to get my head in the game. I had a full schedule of classes, and more importantly, I had to find a way to tell Dante about putting an end to the act. I was heading toward my next period, mentally rehearsing how the day would go, when a familiar, irritating presence stepped directly into my path.
Lucy stood there, her arms crossed over her chest, her face twisted into a mask of indignation. She didn't even give me the chance to sidestep her. She moved as I moved, blocking me like a wall.
"What do you want, Lucy? I'm late for class, please move," I said, not bothering to hide the exhaustion in my voice.
