Catherine's POV
"Catherine! Is there a problem over there?"
I looked up toward the main building. Gabriel was standing on the elevated running board of his SUV, his hand shielding his eyes as he looked directly at the cluster formed by Julian's car, Dante's car, and me. He looked like he was seconds away from jumping down and intervening.
I swallowed hard, the gravity of the situation crashing down on me. I could practically hear the notifications pining on every phone in a five-mile radius. By tomorrow morning, the narrative would be set: Catherine, the Vaughn ward, had three of the most powerful and attractive men on campus wrapped around her fingers, each of them waiting at her beck and call like a royal court.
