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.

has

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

Finnian looked distressed.

cover this sort of situation.

Dawson's body

asking and pulled out

to

his powers as a shield, sending Dawson

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

with newfound venom, his pupils shifting from black to

attack carried unfamiliar energy, mismatched with

met each attack with cold precision, draining Dawson of the foreign

back, knowing Percival wouldn't cause Dawson real

aggressive

waned yet his attacks grew fiercer, Finnian exclaimed, "This is bad!

at a precise spot in his neck. A moment of clarity

he attempted to

he could finish, he collapsed towards

took control and tossed Dawson back onto the

there was a hint of

rough landing sounded

whether Dawson was truly poisoned, Percival was clear:

but at Dawson's

Wolf, suggesting the cause was not poison or a hex

"What's happening to me?"

confused at

shook

suddenly clutched

with a desperate

sw novel.