Hearing Katarina scream was an event that would haunt me for the rest of my life. I didn't even know the girl had vocal chords that strong.
I didn't get to see much beyond her bodyguards dragging her away from her husband's body, but her eyes were filled with tears, completely heartbroken and wide like she couldn't believe what had happened.
Henri had taken a bullet to the back of the head in a split second decision to sacrifice his life for hers.
It was that face she made, where her mouth opened like she was trying to gasp for air as she collapsed to the ground with him. The first cry of grief would've made the dames of folklore take off their hats.
I didn't want to admit it, but that did something to me.
