After getting Anna settled, Vivienne received another message from Matthew.

[Vivienne, Scott’s found Rowan and Ismene!]

A sly smile curled Vivienne’s ruby lips.

That Scott never did sit still. Fresh from nabbing the potion, now he was off cleaning house.

Truly a loyal hound for GTO.

Vivienne glanced up, her gaze laced with intrigue as she eyed Percival, her voice dripping with seduction, “Mr. Wolf, there’s a show worth catching. Care to join?”

Percival’s lips curved subtly as he said, “Sounds good.”

In a quaint village in the suburbs of Rivenwood.

Rowan and Ismene had been masquerading as locals, too scared to show their faces.

They feared not only Vivienne and Percival.

Just the name Mr. B was enough to send shivers down their spines.

Their betrayal of the organization was no secret now. If found, they were as good as dead.

They managed a farmhouse turned bed-and-breakfast, frequented by those seeking the rustic charm of country living, basically hiding in plain sight. Who would suspect that these simple farmers were assassins trained by GTO?

A sleek black SUV pulled up to the farmhouse, a reservation made days in advance.

Donning simple clothes and a straw hat, Rowan approached with a basket of apples.

“Mr. Brooks, I presume,” Rowan said, sizing up the man before him.

Indeed, it was the missing patriarch of the Brooks family, Scott.

Although in hiding, Rowan and Ismene kept abreast of city affairs – one must always be ready to flee at a moment’s notice.

the recent bed-and-breakfast

his black trench coat and finely tailored suit, which only

Scott said, his voice

knew the Brooks family did not possess the potion. Even if they did, they were enemies of the organization, not a direct

blouse typical of the village women, fan in hand, and offered a naive smile, “Mr. Brooks, your room is ready. Shall we head

nodded and

reached the doorstep,

air is

village,” Rowan replied with

as he slowly said, “I wonder how easy it is to die

his hand already reaching into the basket, but before he

Rowan’s shoulder bled profusely, though he managed

Ismene flicked her fan, revealing a sharp dagger at its edge, and lunged at

kicked her away,

flailing, unable to

into a wicker chair in the

me? Forgotten

skilled not just in ability but

at Scott, “You… You’re

“There’s

been duped; they had not met Mr. B

“There’s only one

Bang!

for the end;

to their surprise, it

strolled in with a gun and a mocking

bullet had passed through, was now

did you find me?” He asked

twirled the gun in her hand, then stashed it in Percival’s

“Who

Scott was taken aback.

had been fishing, and

flash; Rowan and Ismene were escorted out as everyone cornered Scott in the

on Vivienne. “The issues between

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