Kat POV

'FUCK!' I exclaimed throwing my laptop down next to me. I put my head in my arms as Jamie walked in

'What's wrong Katie?' He asked from the doorway. I stood up and looked at him

'SHE'S UNTOUCHABLE JAMIE!' I raised my hands from my sides 'She has no history, no family, no past at all! I even hacked into Interpol and can't find anything'

'I told you she was good'

'I'm good, Jamie. She's brilliant'

'Stop comparing yourself to her Katie; you work in different ways'

'What do we do Jay?' I whispered

'Do you want to be with Hale?' He raised his eyebrows. I bit my lip.

'I don't want to see him get hurt' I replied as honestly as I could

'Soph was never able to do the things that you've done. She's always had her eyes set on big things but backed out when things got too hard' There was pain in his voice. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment, staying in comfortable silence.

'We need to get ready for the Gallery thing' I said moving off to the bedroom

'Yeah, we should' Jamie muttered. I closed the door behind me and lent against it for a moment before moving to the wardrobe to get a dress out.

'Katie, are you ready?' Jamie called 10 minutes later. He knocked on the door before coming in. I smiled at him in the mirror. He smiled at me.

'You look beautiful Katie'

'Thanks' I turned around 'Shall we go?' I asked, he nodded and led me to the car.

'This place is incredible' I breathed when we walked in the room

'Some of the finest craftsmanship in the world' Jamie gestured around the room. I scanned the area and laid eyes on my family in one corner. Simon had muttered something and promptly everyone looked at me. Jamie squeezed my hand in reassurance, he saw them as well.

'They don't trust you still' I whispered

'Do they trust you?' He asked

'Not anymore' I replied. A waitress came past and offered us champagne in special rose shaped glasses with thorns on the spout. Very elegant. I took a sip and felt the bubbles fizz inside of me. 'I'm going to have a look at the art work' I smiled, Jamie gave me a quick peck on my cheek before moving off himself. The art was very...well...artsy. But being me I can't just look at a painting for what it is, I look at paintings for what they're worth. I was lost in my own world.

'Beautiful aren't they' Hale's deep voice in my ear made me jump, causing my glass to slip from my grasp and the thorns to slice my arm. The glass crashed to the floor causing crystals to scatter everywhere. The music stopped. The blood began to cascade down my arm.

'Shit' I muttered. Feeling all eyes on me. Hale grabbed my free arm and pulled me out of the room, he didn't say anything, he just kept leading me down a series of corridors until we got to an unoccupied room.

'Sit' He ordered. Hale moved off to one side of the room and retrieved a first-aid kit. 'Lift your arm up' Hale removed his jacket, discarding it to the floor. He began to wipe my arm up, clean it. I winced occasionally. He avoided my eye contact throughout.

'When did you learn how to do this?' I asked, the tension becoming too much for me

'My father' He responded. I sucked in air when the pain became too much. Hale looked at me for the first time as I bit back tears. 'You'll be okay' He whispered as he gently bandaged my arm

'Will I?' I gave a small chuckle 'I haven't been okay for a while' I confined in him. Hale paused for a moment and looked in my eyes, studying me.

'You've lost that spark in your eyes Kat' I looked at him confused 'You look over your shoulder more...you're scared of something or someone' I remained quiet 'I'm right aren't I?' He asked rhetorically. Hale stood up and began to move towards the door

'She's not who you think she is Hale' I called after him. He stopped at the door but then left. I stared at where he was, feeling the sensation of his touch on my skin. Feeling as though this was a goodbye.