Realizing that his gaze was wavering and that Henri seemed about to pull away, just as he had earlier, Catarina acted on instinct. She tightened her hold on his hand, firmly enough to make him stop. The gesture was simple, yet it was enough to make him look at her again, his eyes glistening with desire and fear.

Henri bit his lip, struggling against the words that insisted on coming out, until finally, in a hoarse whisper, he gave in.

“Catarina...”

Her eyes filled with anticipation.

“What is it