FIFTY TWO

FIFTY TWO

CATHERINA

I had had the night to think about what I was doing and my confused feelings towards Andres. It was clear that I was foolishly in love with him; the man whose men had killed my brother but the same man who had also killed for me and made sure that I was protected.

I was conflicted about everything and when he did not return to the room after I had shunned him; it was also clear that I had hurt his feelings. I knew he cared for me judging from the way he had been gentle with me after everything but he was a hard man and one who had undergone a very difficult childhood from what I could gather about him.

I wanted everything to be alright between us and so I made up my mind to talk to him about it right before he stepped in and everything I was thinking flew out of the window when I looked at him.

He was staring at me like he wanted to say something and was figuring out a way to say it and then I had gone right ahead to ask what he was doing in his own bedchambers. I