Andrew’s POV
I sat on the edge of my bed, restless, my fingers tangled in my hair as thoughts of Katherine consumed me. The way she looked earlier—God, she was stunning. Everything about her drew me in. And yet, I had stopped myself… again.
I let out a frustrated sigh and stood, walking over to the mirror. The man staring back at me almost didn’t look like me. There was something different—my face looked… lighter. There was a subtle glow that hadn’t been there before. Less of the cold, dead expression I had grown used to seeing.
“What is she doing to me?” I muttered under my breath, staring into my own eyes. I didn’t like how much I wanted to be near her. How much I needed to be near her.
I had to see her.
Without wasting another second, I left my room and made my way to hers, but it
