She was staring up at the terrifying visage of her imminent death, a silent scream stretching her lips. She reached out to push him away, but her arms were too weak. She sobbed but the tears wouldn't come. She was too parched; there was nothing left in her to cry but dust.

"Lucy," DeLuca said sharply. "Where is Maria?"

She shook her head and tried to roll away from him. He gripped her chin hard and forced her face up to his. She could hear someone bellowing in the background and ...