Whitford's face twisted in agony as he crumbled to the floor of the cramped cell, his cries reverberating against the cold, grey walls.

Vivienne and Percival barely had time to register what had happened when the guards rushed in. They surveyed the bent iron bars with confusion etched on their faces. "Odd, the energy scan showed he wasn't this powerful. How'd he manage to warp reinforced steel like that?"

Vivienne's ears perked up. "Energy scan?"

You've got to be kidding me! How do you even measure such an intangible thing?

But the guards were dead serious. "The device was sent specifically from the top brass. Developed by some tech whiz, I don't get the science behind it, but the tech guy assured us Whitford wasn't a threat." Yet Whitford had just bent the bars. That meant either the device was a fake, or the technician in charge was a mole from the ancient warrior lineage, planted to monitor any prisoners of their kind! The couple realized this at the same moment.

Without hesitation, Vivienne pushed past the guards and strode into the cell. She fished out a pill from her pocket, pried Whitford's mouth open, and shoved it down his throat. Her movements were so smooth that Whitford had swallowed the pill before the guards could react.

One of them grabbed Vivienne's wrist. "What did you give him?!"

"Xiomara!"

"Vivienne!"

from the guard named Xiomara. "We're from the NH Bureau, and during an investigation, we're authorized to use any means necessary on suspects. Let go of her!" "Xiomara, Percival's right," another imposing guard

wasn't until the male guard showed his impatience that she finally let go, "But you can't just shove anything down

laugh at her naivety or marvel at her simplicity. "Sweetheart, how old are you? Didn't your teacher tell you the scum in here have done things so vile that dying a

twenty and seemingly older than Vivienne, flushed in embarrassment

fed your brother. I don't care what other plans your ancient warrior lineage has, but if you're not at the hearing the day after tomorrow, you and your brother will be

hell are you?!" Whitford glared, his

slipped into

him, her gaze cold and

The room fell silent.

thought she was one tough

who this fierce woman was

that Vivienne was always one for

speak with such venom. It took

to purple to

her identity, and despite the torment, he conceded. "Fine... I'll testify for

over their next move, and before she could ask, Percival knew what was

as she nodded. "Mr. Wolf,

I'm with you all the way. The ancient warrior lineage's roots run

head of Public Relations and a former member of their ranks, he might have some insight into the Grimshaw family's influence." Vivienne,

ancient text is bound to be

outlined their plan, but first, they had to deal with the pressing matter of Kaitlyn and the Grimshaw family, who

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