Cat's POV
I haven't a clue about what happened to Julia at the studio. One moment she was carrying on a chat with Elijah and me, and then the next, she was white as a ghost, and I thought she was going to face plant the floor. She appeared to be fine earlier, other than complaining her head was hurting a little. I didn't think anything of it.
Elijah and I were trying to get something out of her, but it was as if she was in another world, and her communication was s**t.
Elijah managed to help her get in the car as I gathered my things and followed behind him.
The drive to the house was eerily silent, and it felt like it took a century to get there.
Julia had her head propped against the passenger-side window as I cranked the air conditioner on full blast, hoping the cool air hitting
