The silence in the grand cathedral was absolute, broken only by the ragged, wheezing sounds of Desmond Vance trying to draw breath. He stared at Vivienne’s outstretched finger, then down at his own heavily bandaged left hand. The puzzle pieces finally snapped together, slicing through his arrogance

The hysterical laughter echoing from the cathedral floor was a grating, terrible sound. Desmond Vance writhed under the heavy grip of Vivienne’s security detail, his eyes wild and bloodshot as he stared up at her.

"You doomed it!" Desmond crowed, his voice cracking with manic delight. "You doomed

The silence in the cathedral was absolute, save for the ragged, uneven sound of Desmond Vance’s breathing. Pinned to the cold marble floor by the heavy hands of Vivienne’s security detail, his previously immaculate tuxedo was twisted, the bowtie hanging limply from his collar like a broken noose.