"I can't follow the rules," he says, "and with you, I don't have to. I'm not alone. I can't go back to being alone." He hovers over my lips, our mouths open and hungry. "I can't fucking breathe without my little monster."
"Then why would you ever think the idea of children with any other woman wouldn't make me sick?" he whispers, and I can hear the pain in his voice. "We will have kids. If you want them. But I will never not have you." He shakes me. "Do you understand?"
A sob lodges in my throat.
"Do you understand?" he growls again. "A world where there is no us can't happen."
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“And you wouldn’t have turned up until I dropped you off for school the next morning. In front of everyone so they knew who the fuck had you now.”
Damon shoves his chair back, making Banks and Ryen jump, and rises, scowling at Michael.
But Michael is already on it, not bothering to get out of his seat as he glares up at Damon. "I was there when she was five and eight and thirteen, so you remember where you and she started the next time you want to imply you have any more responsibility or love for her than I do," he bites out. "My woman. Sit down."
The one place where the cardinals were supreme was in Conclave, when they elected the new Pope. Locked into the Vatican, the cardinals ate and slept in dark and airless wooden cells erected for the occasion, and were officially cut off from the outside world. Renaissance conclaves were hotbeds of intrigue, the outcome of which was rarely predictable. We have an eyewitness account of the 1458 Conclave from Aeneas Silvio Piccolomini, who emerged as Pius II. He recalled the endless plotting in the lavatory block – ‘a fit place for such elections!’
Gregory's death was the signal for the first formal papal Conclave which rapidly turned into a nightmare. The civil ruler of Rome, the Senator Matteo Orsini, determined to secure a strong and anti-imperial pope fast, had locked the ten cardinals then in Rome in the ancient Septizonium Palace, with armed guards to keep them inside. No candidate could gain the required two-thirds majority, and as the crippling heat intensified the primitive lavatories overflowed, and one cardinal died. In desperation they elected the elderly theologian Celestine IV: he survived his election only seventeen days, however, and the terrified cardinals fled the city.