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!"

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 tugged at

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

simplicity. "Sweetheart, how old are you? Didn't your teacher tell you the scum in

only twenty and seemingly older than Vivienne, flushed in

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

are you?!" Whitford glared, his voice trembling

amplified by whatever Vivienne had slipped into the pill. It kept him

her gaze cold and menacing.

The room fell silent.

guards thought she was

was and why she was so

that Vivienne was always one

with such venom. It took another wave of crippling pain to snap him

face turned from pale to purple to black as he

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

back, Vivienne mulled over their next move, and before she could ask, Percival knew what was on her mind.

she

want to do it, you do it. I'm with you all

a former member of their ranks, he might have some insight into the Grimshaw family's influence." Vivienne, her chin resting on her hand, suddenly remembered the old manuscript. "Once this is over, we need

is bound to

with the pressing matter of Kaitlyn and the Grimshaw family, who were causing trouble even after