“Jesus Christ, forgive me,” Jacquot said. The old cardinal near him disliked his words so much he unhinged his jaw and bit Jacquot’s face, dragging the skin from it and leaving his lidless eyes staring in disbelief. Blood all over the young cardinal, his silk gloves. Jacquot fell.
I WAS LIKE OMG THAT DUDE FROM THE BEGINNING HOW'D YOU GET HERE- ohhhh annnd hes dead ok
