Catherine's POV
I looked for Julian in his room but he wasn't there. I checked outside, he wasn't there either.
The library was the only place I hadn't checked yet. I found him there but he wasn't reading. He was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the gardens with a drink in his hand.
"Julian?" I stayed by the door, afraid that if I moved too close, I would disturb the silence. "About the other night… I— I shouldn't have blamed you the way I did. I was just too tired and angry, so I took it out on you. I'm sorry."
He didn't turn around. He took a slow sip of his drink, his voice sounding hollow when he finally spoke. "No need to apologize because I fully understand you. Your anger was valid. Most of the things you say when you're angry at me usually are."
The lack of bite in his voice hurt worse than a shout. Usually, he'd look at me with a smile and even pull me in for a hug but he did none of that.
