The Million-Dollar Heart

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!"

authorized to use any means necessary on suspects. Let go of her!" "Xiomara, Percival's right," another imposing

landed on Vivienne. It wasn't until the male guard showed his impatience that she finally let go, "But you can't just shove

whether to laugh at her naivety or marvel at her simplicity. "Sweetheart,

seemingly older than Vivienne, flushed in embarrassment and anger at

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 joining

Whitford glared, his voice trembling as

in his abdomen was relentless, amplified by whatever Vivienne had slipped into

down at him, her gaze

The room fell silent.

guards thought she

this fierce woman was

Vivienne was always

to speak with such venom. It took another wave of crippling

purple to

conceded. "Fine... I'll testify for you... but... you have to let

their next move, and before she could ask, Percival knew what was on her mind. "Want to look into that

eyes sparkled with gratitude as she nodded. "Mr. Wolf,

with you all the way. The ancient warrior lineage's roots run deep. Wouldn't

member of their ranks, he might have some insight into the Grimshaw

text is bound to

the pressing matter of Kaitlyn and the Grimshaw