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!"

use any means necessary on suspects. Let go of her!" "Xiomara,

suspicion as they landed on Vivienne. It wasn't until the male guard showed his impatience that

syndicate?" Vivienne didn't know whether to laugh at her naivety or marvel at her simplicity. "Sweetheart, how old are you? Didn't your teacher tell you the scum in here

older than Vivienne, flushed in embarrassment and anger

gut is the same poison I 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

Whitford glared, his voice trembling

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

him, her gaze cold and menacing.

The room fell silent.

she was one

fierce woman was and why

Vivienne was always

audacity, not expecting such a delicate-looking woman to speak with such venom.

to purple to black as he

him as he pieced together her identity, and despite the torment, he conceded. "Fine... I'll testify

over their next move, and before she could ask, Percival

with gratitude as she nodded.

I'm with

former member of their ranks, he might have some insight into the Grimshaw family's influence." Vivienne, her chin resting on

is bound to be

they had to deal with the pressing matter of Kaitlyn