The Million-Dollar Heart

In Rivenwood, in the depths of an off-the-grid prison unlike any other, the inmates were not your garden-variety criminals. Not even the hardened murderers found solace within these walls.

At present, this prison housed a mere trio of prisoners.

Flynn, Scott, and Fiona Ellington.

Fiona, though her body was a patchwork of decay, possessed sensory faculties that rivaled a healthy man in his prime. However, this heightened perception meant she also endured agonies far beyond the ker of ordinary humans.

Flynn, too, lived each day in excruciating pain, a modern-day Prometheus, his vitals ravaged daily, only to regenerate each dawn anew. This was Vivienne's brand of retribution.

Scott, in contrast, seemed almost content. Free from the physical torment, his punishment was a Sisyphean task of endless paperwork. He accepted his fate with a disarming calmness, even pointing out errors for correction by his wardens from the Vanguard Agency.

Many said Scott was the quietest of the three.

Vivienne and Karen arrived to find Soren and Anna waiting at the gate.

"Ms. Vivienne, Ms. Karen," Anna greeted as she adorned their wrists with security bands.

Back then, Vivienne was Percival's wife, and Percival was the deputy. Thus, she had never needed such measures before, but times had changed.

Soren collected all their communication devices, casting curious glances at Karen. She gave him a playful warning, "Hotshot, any more staring, and you'll be crossing a line."

"My apologies, Captain," Soren blurted a tad too quickly.

His curiosity stemmed from wondering why Percival respected Karen so much to call her master.

"Don't call me Captain; I have no plans of returning to the Vanguard Agency," Karen said with a smirk before stepping through the threshold.

Freedom was what Karen thrived on, and the Agency was anything but. "Mom, this way," Vivienne gestured toward a cell

drawn to the left, to a cell secured with a

head boss of CK, known as

merely nodded, but something about that cell made her skin crawl-a reluctance

Karen's unease and offered, "Mom, do you want to

snapped back to reality. "No,

him making the most of his confinement by

seem to be enjoying yourself,"

were different and Scott had not been the second-in-command of GTO and had not been Belle's stand-in, he and Karen might have been good friends, like she was with Micah. They shared an unspoken understanding that

was her. But he could

toward Karen were, or he would not

that at all, and

Karen's old flame, it was

seat. "Old friend, long time no

wide with disbelief. Approaching the bars that separated them, his hands shook as

was her. She was

electric barrier was a cruel reminder of the distance between them. His

maintained her characteristic smile. "Looks like

the current vanishing from his nerves. "Karen, have

cracked, betraying

nodded. "I've been fine, thanks for

words failing him. Thousands of thoughts

for a moment