The Million-Dollar Heart

The grand manor was now cloaked in darkness, save for the small pool of light at their feet, where the beam of a flashlight fought back the shadows. The two of them had been standing there in a defensive stance for what felt like an eternity, half an hour at least, while silence reigned supreme.

Other than the sound of their own breathing, not a single sign of trouble pierced the quiet.

The burly bodyguard, whom the staff called "Bulldog," scowled, "Damn it, what's going on? Is this just a freaking blackout?"

The possibility of Huxley attempting an escape was laughable. From the moment he'd returned, the Boyd Estate had been locked down tighter than Alcatraz. Mara, the pampered heiress, always had a bodyguard tailing her. Trying to slip away under these circumstances? It would take a Houdini, not a Huxley.

The second bodyguard, known as "Hawk" for his keen eyes, slowly relaxed his stance but remained on high alert. "No idea," he muttered before pulling out his radio.

"Team three, report in. We've got an electrical issue in the manor. Send someone to check the fuse box. I refuse to believe that in a place this swanky, we'd just happen to run into a stroke of bad luck."

In the darkness, Mara crouched at the corner of the hallway, her eyes fixed on the only illuminated spot in the villa. She bit her lip in frustration. She had managed to sabotage the lighting system, and yet these goons weren't budging. How was she supposed to rescue Huxley if they wouldn't leave their post?

Her palms pressed against the wallpaper, her manicured nails inadvertently scratching it, producing a faint, telltale noise.

"What was that?" Hawk, with his acute hearing, picked up on the slight disturbance. In the hush that surrounded them, it might as well have been a siren. At his prompt, the chandelier above flickered back to life.

In the renewed glow, Huxley looked up, his chapped lips twisting into a sardonic smile. "Idiots."

the lights flared, her hiding spot was exposed, and the

eyes with her. "Ms.

sweat, and she fumbled with her fingers. "I... I got scared! The power went out, and I didn't dare stay alone, so I came out to check..." She batted her eyes, the picture

no harm done, they decided not to complicate

a glance before averting her eyes and scampering back to her room, cursing under her breath at the

her voice. "Percival, why have you taken so

back, taking

Thud!

her fall breaking

at the sight of Mara sprawled

over her face. Eventually, she pushed herself up, "Percival, you're

that got to do with me?"

tears that had sprung from the pain. "You may not like my brother and me, but you've drugged us, and now you've locked him up. This is

go to school? Remember, we live

look at them. It's illegal

patience for fools and looked to

hand, and Thomas stepped forward to pull Mara aside. "I ordered Huxley's detention. If you have a problem with that, go ahead and call

what right do you have to hold me? What