Lucien 

He rushed forward, scooping up his wife into his arms even as she collapsed in a heap.

The dead man fell down beside her, his heavy, outstretched arm across her neck, but Proserpina was too far gone to care.

His gun clattered harmlessly to the floor beside them, and Danielle darted forward and grabbed it.

Lucien knelt beside her, cradling her in his powerful arms.

Her long brown hair was matted and dirty as it hung around her. There was blood on her ...