The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

The conversation had taken a turn, and it was clear that light-hearted banter was off the table.

“Vance, let’s cut to the chase.” Vivienne bit into a strawberry, savoring the burst of sweet, succulent flavor.

Vance sipped his wine, his gaze shifting between Vivienne and Percival.

“Vivienne, what do you know about Percival here?” He asked, nodding subtly towards Percival.

Vivienne tilted her head, eyeing Percival from head to toe. “Inside out,” she declared.

Percival nearly choked on his Chardonnay.

What on earth was she talking about?

Were they not here for a formal discussion?

Vance was clearly taken aback, not expecting such a forthright answer from Vivienne.

Nor had Vivienne expected to say it, but seeing Percival’s stern and ascetic demeanor, she just could not help herself.

Not everyone could understand the world of someone who cared about looks like she did.

Vance regained his composure and chuckled. “Well then, you must be familiar with his work. I was wondering if you might be interested in joining him professionally?”

Percival coughed, glancing at Vance.

Was he suggesting Vivienne join the Vanguard Agency?

Vivienne speared another strawberry with her fork, the juice coating her taste buds in satisfaction.

“Director Vance, are you sure you can afford to hire me?”

Her question put Vance in an awkward spot. He flashed a forced smile. “Perhaps the Vanguard Agency does have the means.”

am?” Vivienne leaned back

Vivienne. “Specter Healer, an identity of great interest to my upper echelons. But I’m only

not respond, her

“Karen’s daughter,” Vance said.

flashed in Vivienne’s eyes, and the casual

and you were not, I believe, acquainted,” Vivienne said calmly, her tone laced

knew, when her mother was with the Vanguard Agency, her only real ally had

naturally a loner, not one to seek out friendships, so the term ‘friend’ applied to very

Vivienne had never heard of anyone

her mother’s favorite protégé, Percival, was someone Vivienne had barely met in her

wanted to recruit her into

Wishful thinking, indeed.

“I was not exactly close with Lark. Quite the

sincerity, piquing Vivienne’s interest

the agency. She was stubborn, and so was I. We’d often butt heads, especially during a live exercise not long after she joined. Lark, Ashen Pigeon, and I were assigned to the same squad, tasked with a hostage

a tranquilizer gun, but Lark would not have it. She insisted the hostage not be harmed in any way. We argued, but ultimately, Ashen Pigeon sided with her, and I backed down. Lark took

her mother telling

Ashen Pigeon was Micah.

was to teach Vivienne that no matter what, one should never compromise their principles to achieve a

getting injured wasn’t a compromise. Karen replied that while protecting oneself was crucial, between one’s safety and the hostage’s, the hostage must come first—that

if I were rescuing someone. I’d have the enemy hand them

that, her eyes

rubbed his cheek. “Back then, I was young and hot-headed. I didn’t see the point in Lark’s actions. I thought that if you can’t guarantee

what every operative should aspire to.”Books Chapters

Vance. “So, what does this have to do with

know your mother passed all her knowledge to you. I want you to join the Vanguard Agency, to carry on her legacy, and let me look after you—as a way to make