The Million-Dollar Heart

After being cooped up for two days straight, Vivienne had hit her limit.

No sooner had she convinced Mr. Wolf to take a walk and clear his head than Finnian's call came through. She answered, "What's up, Finnian?"

From the other end, Finn's voice came in a rush, "Something weird's going on with Dawson. One minute he's fine, the next he's out cold, breathing all weird. I've checked him over top to bottom and can't find a thing wrong. You better come take a look." Vivienne frowned slightly, "Alright."

Percival grabbed a jacket from nearby and draped it over her shoulders, "I'm coming with you."

As they reached the foyer, Percival's phone rang.

Leopold's voice, loud enough to echo through the room, came through, "Percival, man, I need help. My place got swarmed by these undead goons out of nowhere. They just won't stay down. I'm out of my depth here, and Grandpa's freaking out, thinking he's about to have a heart attack. Get over here, will you?"

After a moment's thought, Vivienne made up her mind, "Mr. Wolf, you help Leopold. Thomas can drive me to Finnian's."

Percival's eyes darkened as he issued a command into the phone, "Call Vanguard Agency, use as many people as you need, just say it's on my orders."

With that, he hung up, gripping Vivienne's hand tighter, "I'm going with you."

Vivienne blinked, unsure if Mr. Wolf had misunderstood.

The issue involved a group, not an army.

Even if the entire Vanguard Agency showed up, they'd be overkill.

On the other end, Leopold was baffled.

Had he heard right? Percival had just handed him the reins to Vanguard Agency's entire force?

That was top-level clearance.

They arrived quickly at Finnian's place, who was pacing anxiously at the doorstep.

Seeing them, his worry lines eased, "You're here. Dawson's not looking good. Come on."

Inside, Dawson lay on the bed, his face alarmingly pale.

Vivienne took one glance and sensed something off.

Finnian, she asked, "Who has Dawson been in

yesterday, hoping to expand his network here. He seemed fine last night but was like this by morning." "I've tried everything I know in the last hour, but his condition's

Finnian looked distressed.

expertise didn't cover this sort of situation. Standard detox methods

proper intervention, Dawson's body would

stopped asking and pulled out

was about to proceed, Dawson suddenly lunged at

unfazed, used his powers as a

sort of setup against him but was grateful it was aimed at him

at Percival with newfound venom, his pupils

carried unfamiliar energy, mismatched with

attack with cold precision, draining Dawson of the foreign power

and Finnian stood back, knowing Percival

aggressive behavior

Finnian exclaimed, "This

she hit Dawson at a precise spot in his neck. A

attempted to speak, "Vivienne,

he could finish,

Dawson back onto the

there was a hint

landing sounded painfully

truly poisoned, Percival was clear: no

frowned, not at Mr. Wolf's actions, but at Dawson's earlier reaction, which she had clearly

sensing Mr. Wolf, suggesting the cause was not poison or

"What's happening to me?"

dislodged the bad energy within Dawson because he suddenly seemed more lucid, though still confused at seeing

groggy, shook

clutched

a desperate

sw novel.