Catherine's POV
Julian's hand was still clamped around my wrist, his thumb rubbing against my skin. I could feel the heat radiating off him, that suffocating cloud of possessiveness that always seemed to thicken whenever Dante's name was mentioned. I turned fully to face him, placing my free hand on his chest to keep him from pacing the floor again.
"Julian, look at me," I said, my voice dropping into a firm tone. "You have absolutely nothing to hate about Dante. I've told you this before, but you need to actually hear it this time. I don't love Dante. I've never loved him, and I never will."
He narrowed his eyes, his jaw still tight. "You kissed him, Catherine. More than once. I see the way he looks at you, even if it was just an act."
