Catherine's POV
The sound of the door of Julian's room cracking open made my hair stand. I couldn't let him see me, so I didn't wait to see how far the door would open. I turned on my heel and ducked back into my room, pulling my door shut until only a tiny, sliver-sized gap remained. My heart was thumping so loud against my ribs that I was sure that if vampires existed and he was one, he would hear it from the hallway.
I pressed my face against the wood, peering through the opening. Julian stepped out of his room. He didn't look like the stupid, smug man who had cornered me in the lecture hall earlier. He looked wrecked. His hair was a mess, his shirt was rumpled, and he kept rubbing his face with his palms as if he was trying to scrub something off his skin. He stood there for a moment, staring at nothing, looking completely frustrated and disheveled.
