As he watched her walk away, Henri felt his chest burn. He clenched his fist so tightly that he brought it to his mouth and bit down on it, as though that single gesture could contain the rage and despair consuming him. He wanted to disappear, to get away from there once and for all, but he knew he couldn't—not while Catarina was still in Tom's hands.

He drew a deep breath, trying to compose himself, when he heard footsteps echoing down the corridor. He looked up and saw his partner approaching