The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Ten minutes had passed when Vivienne’s eyelids fluttered open, the discomfort in her heart a faded memory. She rose to inspect Yuri’s right hand, where the needle had been inserted. The sight gave her a moment’s pause.

Such a peculiar way to administer a needle…

“Kiddo, when did I ever teach you to let your mind wander while treating a patient?” Finnian’s voice snapped her back to reality.

Gathering herself, Vivienne twisted the needle gently at Yuri’s pressure point before slowly withdrawing it. She then placed a Life-saving pill on Yuri’s tongue, which helped his hand return to normal.

“Vivienne, I’m feeling much better.” Yuri flexed his hand and turned to Finnian, “You must be Master Finnian, Vivienne’s mentor?”

Finnian gave a nod. “That’s me.”

Yuri bowed his head slightly in acknowledgment. “My apologies for not greeting you properly. Please rest a while, and once the gentleman inside comes out, I shall express my gratitude.”

“We’re all family here. No need for formalities,” Finnian said, taking the seat Vivienne had just vacated, eyeing the Blue Infusion on the table.

The Perez family sure knew how to live large. Blue Infusion was a rare commodity, fetching billions for a single chunk, and here they were, brewing it as if it were plain tap water.

Vivienne could almost read Finnian’s mind by the look on his face. She approached him and lifted his sleeve to find the wound on his arm healing nicely, which eased a weight off her heart.

She glanced at the closed door to Jasper’s room, saying, “That guy earlier, was he the expert friend you mentioned?”

Finnian nodded. “Of course. Handsome fellow, isn’t he? Puts your fiancé to shame.”

Ignoring Finnian’s cheeky comment, Vivienne pressed on, “Has he ever been to the Emerald Monastery?”

“No, he’s an old friend from way back. We met after my death. You wouldn’t have met him,” Finnian said, waving his hand dismissively.

Yuri, who was sipping the Blue Infusion, nearly choked on his drink. “You met after what now?”

Vivienne pressed her palm to her forehead in exasperation. “Uncle, my mentor once faked his death and had us all fooled. He’s only recently ‘come back to life.'”

Understanding dawned on Yuri, and he chuckled. “Master Finnian, your life is quite… colorful.”

it were not for this girl pressing me, I’d be even

gentleman who just went inside seemed familiar, too. I can’t quite place it. Have we met

surprised glances. Yuri felt it, too? Who

his fingers. “My friend has one of

“There’s no way he could be more handsome

such a flirt?” Finnian teased, “Sit tight, and

worries there.

said, “Finnian,

for Finnian,

reviving the dead and mending broken bones. Could someone

someone better. But don’t be disheartened, kiddo. You’re only nineteen. By the time you’re his

curious. I’ve never heard of this man before.

all these years, and look at you now,

left Vivienne

hour later, the bedroom door finally swung open, and a man emerged, his forehead slick

approached. “Are you

fine. Did you brew the medicine?

her watch, Vivienne noted the

of steaming concoction. The man fed the brew to Jasper and said,

to assist him, but Finnian beat her to it. “Here, drink up.

air before

sipped the Blue

your father’s old injury flared up, but he’s been soothed for now. Remember, on the eighth of every

“May I have the honor of knowing your

“Vesper Linklater.”

flicker of surprise crossed Yuri’s eyes.

this could not be the same person. The one he knew did not practice medicine, and this one did. Unless the enigmatic figure he remembered

was familiar with the

of a Linklater, but not

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