Catherine's POV
Gabriel's voice carried through the door, almost teasing: "I'm coming in. You have a minute to cover up if you're not."
Every cell in my body froze.
Julian's head snapped toward the door, his eyes narrowing. He was just standing there like we weren't about to get caught.
"Oh my God." I hissed, spinning toward him. "What are you doing? Hide. Get in the closet!"
He blinked. "What?"
"Go!" I shoved at his chest, worried about what Gabriel would think if he walked into my room and found Julian. "Just—please—go!"
He looked more amused than alarmed, even as I pushed him toward the small walk-in across the room. "You owe me for this," he muttered under his breath, the corner of his mouth lifting in that maddening, half-annoyed smirk.
"You better stay quiet," I whispered harshly, pushing the door closed on him right as the doorknob to my bedroom turned.
I barely had time to flatten my hair and smooth my face into something resembling calm before Gabriel stepped in.
