Derek closed his eyes. I want to die, he thought. I am finished. It is over. Kapetria lives, but she will never find me. It is too late for me. He was sobbing, but his sobs made no sound, and the tears slid down his face and it didn’t matter. He tried to feel his missing left arm and hand as if they were invisibly still connected to him, but they weren’t there, and the dull heat throbbed in his left shoulder stronger than before.
