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.

asked, "Who has Dawson been in

seemed fine last night but was

Finnian looked distressed.

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

Dawson's body

asking and pulled

as she was about to proceed, Dawson suddenly lunged

unfazed, used his powers as a shield, sending

sort of setup against him but was

newfound venom, his

energy, mismatched with

draining Dawson

Finnian stood back, knowing

Dawson's aggressive

yet his attacks grew fiercer, Finnian exclaimed, "This

hardened. Flicking a silver needle, she hit Dawson at a precise spot in his neck. A moment

attempted

finish, he collapsed towards

back onto the bed, not bothering

was a hint

landing sounded painfully

Percival was

not at Mr. Wolf's actions, but at Dawson's earlier reaction,

only reacted upon sensing Mr. Wolf, suggesting the cause was not poison or a hex aimed at Vivienne but at

"What's happening to me?"

still confused at seeing everyone

shook his

suddenly clutched

with a

sw novel.

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