"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."

by the

and you're going to boarding school

muttered under

dropped off at home, where her father, Nathan, was

don't tell me

scampered into Nathan's arms,

by his son's anger and his

Isolde departed, Vivienne couldn't contain her laughter any longer

even redder. "Vivienne,

help it. She had never imagined Percival could

tie and stepped out of the car, opening the back door to put an end to the

things

awkward Nathan stood there, holding a thermos of soup Aurelia had made for Vivienne, unsure

maybe you two could take

then bumped his head hard on the roof. Without pausing to rub

tried to appear calm as he faced

thermos to Percival with a meaningful look. "The soup's freshly made.

was not lost on

entered the house, leaving Percival alone

going back to the

Mansion, Karen was tending

you stay up late again last night?" Karen felt his pulse, and her brows

of course not. You saw me go to

"Three forty-five AM. That's about when you actually went to

at the

a bit of an upset stomach and could use something

a knowing look, pointing to the

Jasper

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

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