Scarlett went still for a moment. Then she understood.

Damien was gone.

She tightened her grip around his slowly cooling hand, pressed her face against his chest, and let the tears fall without a sound. How desperately she wanted just one more moment of his warmth, his heartbeat, the sound of his voice, the way he looked when he smiled.

Yesterday evening's sunset — that had been the last one.

Last night's chess game — the last one of ...