The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Calista froze.

Vivienne?

Vivienne was the Specter Healer? How was that even possible? How could she be the Specter Healer?

No way! Absolutely no way!

While Calista was lost in thought, Vivienne curled her lips into a smile. “The lab report from yesterday that I let you get your hands on was meant for your eyes only.”

With a flick of her wrist, Vivienne removed the needles from Calista’s pressure points.

“You’re Mr. B!” Calista gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Hearing the answer she wanted, Vivienne said, “Mr. Wolf, we can leave now; the others should be arriving soon.”

Calista grabbed Vivienne’s arm, “No, you’re not Mr. B. Who are you, really?”

Vivienne shrugged her off with a cool detachment, “You talk too much.”

With that, she headed downstairs.

Before Calista could wrap her head around what was happening, Percival knocked her out with a chop to the neck.

Dragging her by the leg, he hauled her down the stairs.

“Mr. Wolf, do you always have to be so rough? Can’t you find a more subtle approach?” Vivienne clicked her tongue.

Jeffrey was still nursing a fracture, Henry wasn’t faring much better, and now Calista was being dragged away too.

Talk about brute force.

“It’s efficient. I’m not skilled with the needles like you are,” Percival replied nonchalantly.

As long as it shuts them up, it works.

Vivienne didn’t know what to say, but she wondered if Percival might one day turn to domestic violence.

questioned whether she could withstand

her head with his

did, he probably couldn’t take her down. After all, she had the ability to immobilize him

seemed to follow a

blinked, her long lashes fluttering, “Only a jerk would have

Percival was left speechless.

That hit home. Babe!

casually looped an arm around Percival’s neck, buddy-buddy style, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wolf. Even if you did lay a hand on me, it would just mean a midnight chat with my mom by

wonder if his mother-in-law might actually be rising from

down his spine at

the Ellington family with an occasional bomb, but don’t worry, Mr. Wolf, you

Percival was rendered silent.

Vivienne clicked her tongue. “The old man is exceptionally protective, and if he discovers his precious

is a renowned geomancer. His talent for fortune-telling is unparalleled, especially in altering fates. Push him too far, and he might just change your

himself, “Fine! I got the message. Champion of ensnaring

Vivienne, his voice seductive, whispering in

magnetic, sending shivers down Vivienne’s spine. She raised an eyebrow, “Of course

and I’ll

it was Vivienne

Okay!

She blushed.

still conscious, she would probably ask, “Are you two even human? Here I am being dragged by

Vivienne believed there was no need to

teased her earlobe

cleared her throat, “Ahem!

turned and

blushing was quite a sight. He

didn’t tease her further and followed her out, dragging

Percival called out towards Richard’s bedroom,

boomed, “No,

thinking, “So committed to playing

the door, Percival handed Calista over to

up like a sack of meat, “Where

system that was virtually