The Million-Dollar Heart

The buzz of the bustling barbecue joint filled the air as Vivienne savored the morsels Percival fed her. A thought struck her, and she looked up with curiosity. "Any word on Huxley yet?" Over the sizzling grill, Percival flipped a juicy burger and shook his head. "That guy's slippery. If he's involved, his crew won't let him get caught that easily."

Vivienne nodded in agreement. "Ever since Samantha vanished, GTO's been eerily quiet."

As Percival handed her a slice of steak, he raised an eyebrow, "You don't think GTO's behind this?"

She shook her head, lacking evidence but trusting her instincts. "If GTO had their hands on that kind of tech, they'd have flaunted it ages ago. No way they'd wait this long and then put Huxley on the job." "Mr. Wolf, I'll have some of that," she said casually, pointing at a plate of ribs.

Vivienne continued, "If I'm right, this has got to do with that woman in red. That potion-if you can even call it that seems more like a refined kind of hex. It's designed to mess with your head; the actual effects, we'll have to wait for Brody's lab report."

Percival's surprise was evident. "Mom's in a coma; how could this drug work on someone who's asleep? Unless... it can force them awake?"

Since marrying Vivienne, Percival had naturally started calling Karen 'Mom', despite her not having woken up yet. It was a term of endearment he was getting used to.

Vivienne laughed lightly, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "The human brain is the world's most complex mystery. Modern medicine can manipulate certain emotions, but it can't control the body. Reviving someone from a coma is next to impossible."

If such a drug existed, vegetative states wouldn't be such a dilemma in medical science.

the target on Mom's back, the

took her word as gospel, quickly standing up with her even before she could answer. At that moment, his

he have my number?" He

had made a note of Aaron's number to protect

Vivienne asked, having just paid the bill with Percival's card. She saw the furrow in his brow and peeked at the caller ID. Recognizing the familiar name, she

cousin's caught

halt outside the barbecue place, drawing screams and gasps from onlookers as sparks flew from the tires. Then, as the car doors swung open, two

cool,

home by her agent. But the internet is dragging her through the mud, and they can't reach you, so they called

help, Aaron spoke rapidly, and Vivienne's expression darkened with

at the sudden shift in

"Vivienne! Percival!"

open, and two

she had been crying, a stark contrast to

doing as she grabbed her hand, "Vivienne, please help me. My

"Aaron, hold on."

meal time, and sensed Percival's discomfort at the attention. Leopold caught the signal

"I've got a place

Percival sat in the passenger seat, eyeing the rear-view mirror. Griffin was a

if silently critiquing his ability to comfort his

exactly happened?" Percival had never seen Leopold