Elena Vasquez (Now Elena Kane)

The moment I penned NO the cathedral erupted into stunning disorder.

The noise wasn’t a scream; it was a massive surge of sound that overwhelmed us striking our chests like a speeding subway train crashing off the rails. The atmosphere thickened immediately shifting to a gelatinous state as if we were abruptly submerged in a still-unspilled ocean of blood. My lungs ached as I struggled for air the coppery flavor invading my mouth, my nose and my eyes. The ...