I clicked on the top trending topic, my face stony. It was a video of Damian and Vivienne walking arm-in-arm through the streets, her skipping along without a hint of injury.
I suppressed my anger and started to explain, "It wasn't me..."
But Damian cut me off impatiently. "Forget it, that's not important. Just go on Buzz and post a clarification to put this to rest."
He'd berated me, and then dismissed it as unimportant?
I let out a cold laugh, my tone turning bleak. "Damian, I didn't do it, and I won't admit to something I didn't do."
With that, I hung up.
The next day, just as dawn broke, I was woken by a clamor outside. Something was wrong! My heart sank, and I hurried out of the monastery.
Monks were standing outside the monastery gates, struggling to block a horde of media per
