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.

she questioned

head with his free hand, speaking

never consider harming Vivienne, but even if he did, he probably couldn’t take her down. After all, she had the ability to immobilize him with

thoughts always seemed to follow a

would have ‘I am a good man’ written all

Percival was left speechless.

That hit home. Babe!

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

if his mother-in-law

felt a chill run down

might gift the Ellington family with an occasional bomb, but don’t worry, Mr. Wolf, you have plenty of real estate. Just buy another house

Percival was rendered silent.

tongue. “The old man is exceptionally protective, and if he discovers his

His talent for fortune-telling is unparalleled, especially in altering fates. Push him too far, and he might just change your destiny, maybe even to that of a beggar. The kind that faces eighty-one

the

arm around Vivienne, his voice seductive, whispering in her ear, “Vivienne, would you

shivers down Vivienne’s spine. She raised an eyebrow, “Of course not. Let’s keep things

and

it was Vivienne who

Okay!

She blushed.

“Are you two even human? Here I am being

need to consider her feelings, as they didn’t see Calista

teased her earlobe with a smile, “Are you blushing,

cleared her throat, “Ahem! Business

that, she turned and walked

was quite a sight. He liked

for romance. He didn’t tease her further and followed her out, dragging Calista

Richard’s bedroom, “Grandpa, you

boomed, “No, I’ll

was speechless, thinking, “So committed

the door, Percival handed Calista over

up like a sack of

out a navigation system that was virtually unseen