The Million-Dollar Heart

Mara finally came to, her return to consciousness accompanied by the cold, hard reality of the floor beneath her and an awkward blush creeping across her cheeks.

Vivienne, having just finished checking Karen's pupils for any irregularities, heard Mara stir and casually tossed her a smartphone.

"Didn't forget our chat from last night, did you?"

Mara pushed herself upright, a thread of hope in her voice. "So, if I help you out, we're square?"

Vivienne chuckled while adjusting Karen's blanket, her gaze still fixed on Mara. "You should get it straight, Mara. You're helping yourself."

Mara paused, the warning in Vivienne's words chilling her to the bone. She dropped to her knees, desperation quivering in her voice. "Vivienne, please, I'm begging you. Save my brother. I'll do anything, work day and night, anything at all. I had no choice!"

Vivienne perched herself on the edge of Karen's bed, her eyes dancing with amusement at Mara's plea. "And what exactly can you offer me in terms of service?"

Mara bit her lip, words failing her.

Compared to Vivienne, she felt utterly powerless.

Watching Mara's flustered attempts at negotiation, Vivienne lost interest in prolonging the conversation. "Keep your nose clean, follow my instructions, and once your treatment is done, I'll see to it that you keep your life."

Mara's tears, unbidden, streamed down her face. "My brother's stuck in some godforsaken asylum in M State, Vivienne. It's a loony bin! For the love of all that's holy, he never did you wrong. Please, get him out. He's all the family I've got left in this world!"

Vivienne nearly laughed at the absurdity of it all.

What did that have to do with her?

Was she expected to forgive and go out of her way to rescue Huxley just because he'd never crossed her?

Ridiculous.

Disinterested, Vivienne's voice turned icy. "Do as I say, or not even you will make it out alive."

those final words, she stood and left the

the floor, a portrait of

betrayed her, Huxley's fate was sealed.

caught between a

had been watching the drama unfold with a detached curiosity, couldn't fathom

such dire straits, shouldn't self-preservation

Willa couldn't understand it.

if it meant choosing between her own life and Sasha

her place. With Flynn missing, the boss unreachable, and having been kicked out of Vanguard Agency by Vance, she needed to

She hadn't exacted her revenge and hadn't seen Percival grovel. She

her

snatched it up, "Boss,

"It's Mara."

sank. "What do you

"I... I killed someone."

you had the guts, you

pinned it on Aaron, but Vivienne will trace it back

Vivienne catches me, you're the first name I'll give

that, Mara hung

called her contact immediately, "Boss, I shouldn't disturb you, but

voice interrupted,

aloud. She double-checked the

why was a

pressed, "Who are you? Where's

I am, Gillian. Your mission is

process what had

as the phone's remnants scattered on the floor, sparking and hissing before

beyond repair; its insides

collapsed, sweat beading on