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!"

an investigation, we're authorized to use any means necessary on suspects. Let go of her!"

on Vivienne. It wasn't until the male guard showed his impatience

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

only twenty and seemingly older than Vivienne, flushed in

could argue, Vivienne cut her off again. "Whitford, what you've got churning in your gut is the same poison I fed your brother. I don't care what other plans your

are you?!" Whitford glared, his voice trembling as much as his

by whatever Vivienne had slipped into the pill. It kept him in a state

her gaze cold and menacing. "I'm your worst

The room fell silent.

guards thought she was one

this fierce woman was and why she was

was always

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

pale to purple to black as

him as he pieced together her identity, and despite the torment, he conceded. "Fine... I'll testify for you... but... you have to let my brother

could ask, Percival knew what was on her mind. "Want to look into that so-called

eyes sparkled with gratitude as she nodded. "Mr. Wolf, think it's

do it, you do it. I'm with you all the way. The ancient warrior lineage's roots run deep. Wouldn't be surprised if they've planted a tech

he might have some insight into the

ancient text is

the pressing matter of Kaitlyn and the Grimshaw family, who