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.

"Who has

seemed fine last night but was like this by morning." "I've tried everything I know in the last hour, but his condition's only getting

Finnian looked distressed.

this sort of situation. Standard detox methods had only

body

and pulled out

as she was about to proceed,

as a

sort of setup against him but was

at Percival with newfound venom,

attack carried unfamiliar energy, mismatched with

Dawson of the foreign power without exerting

stood back, knowing Percival wouldn't cause Dawson

aggressive

yet his attacks grew fiercer, Finnian exclaimed, "This is bad! Dawson's

Dawson at a precise spot in his neck. A

he attempted to speak,

he could finish, he collapsed

his expression cooling, took control and tossed Dawson back onto the bed, not bothering to hide

a hint

landing sounded painfully

was truly poisoned, Percival was clear: no

Wolf's actions, but at Dawson's earlier reaction, which she had clearly

Wolf, suggesting the cause was not poison or a hex aimed at Vivienne but at

"What's happening to me?"

suddenly seemed more lucid, though still confused at seeing everyone around him. Percival remained silent as Vivienne approached, "Dawson, do you remember what

shook his

suddenly clutched

a

sw novel.