"You... you really are going to help me?" Mara looked at Vivienne, her eyes wide with disbelief. Vivienne nodded, "Yes."

"But you... you..." Mara stuttered, at a loss for words.

Even Cecilia hadn't expected Vivienne to consent. "Vivienne, you're really willing to help Mara?"

Vivienne affirmed. "Sure, but I have my conditions. I'm the Specter Healer; I don't work for free."

Mara knew it. Vivienne wasn't the type to offer help out of the goodness of her heart.

"I understand, but I'm broke right now. Can I write you an IOU and pay you back once I have the money?" Mara pleaded.

Vivienne smiled, her red lips lifting in a beguiling curve. "That's not what I'm asking for."

A shiver ran down Mara's spine as she locked eyes with Vivienne's smile. She felt like she had just fallen into a bottomless pit - a trap that could spell her doom! Leaving the hospital, Percival drove Isolde back home.

Isolde took every chance to stick close to Vivienne. "Vivienne, what was the deal you made with Mara back there?"

Vivienne scooped Isolde into her arms, meticulously parting her hair to craft a sweet hairstyle for the youngster.

"Little ones shouldn't pry."

Isolde sat still, leaning against Vivienne, her tiny shoulders pressed against her chest.

After a while, Isolde murmured, "Vivienne, you're really busty, you know."

Percival nearly choked on his own spit.

Unfazed, Vivienne continued her task while Percival's face turned a shade that would've given any artist's palette a run for its money.

"Kids shouldn't talk about such things," Percival cleared his throat.

Isolde scoffed. "Percival, why so prudish? I'm just saying she's got a great figure. It's just a fact."

brakes and parked by the roadside, swiftly moving Isolde to the passenger

word, and you're going to

under her

off at home, where her father, Nathan, was

me you never

scampered into Nathan's arms, urging

by his son's anger and his

her laughter any longer and burst into giggles in

even redder. "Vivienne, stop

couldn't help it. She had never imagined

in his life. He adjusted his tie

car, things got

soup Aurelia had made for

maybe you two could take

the roof. Without pausing to rub it, he

tried to appear calm as

a meaningful look. "The soup's freshly made. Don't rush; it can

entendre was not lost on

entered the house, leaving Percival alone in his

was no going back to the

Mansion, Karen was

again last night?" Karen felt

vigorously. "No, no, of course not. You saw me go to

about when

lips, amazed at the accuracy of her

an upset stomach and

knowing look, pointing to the pastries. "You just

she caught Jasper cajoling Karen, with Maddox enjoying the

to bully a defenseless old man?" Vivienne approached, handing

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