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

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

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 have done things so vile that

than Vivienne, flushed in embarrassment and anger at being lectured by

churning in your gut is the same poison I fed your brother. I don't care what other plans your ancient

glared, his voice

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

looked down at him, her gaze cold and

The room fell silent.

she

woman was and why she was so

was always

not expecting such a delicate-looking woman to speak with such venom. It took another wave of crippling pain to snap him out of

to purple to black as he gasped,

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

over 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.

no question of doability. If you want to 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

of Public Relations and 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 to visit my grandfather

ancient text is bound to

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