The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

In Rivenwood, in the depths of an off-the-grid prison unlike any other, the inmates were not your garden-variety criminals. Not even the hardened murderers found solace within these walls.

At present, this prison housed a mere trio of prisoners.

Flynn, Scott, and Fiona Ellington.

Fiona, though her body was a patchwork of decay, possessed sensory faculties that rivaled a healthy man in his prime. However, this heightened perception meant she also endured agonies far beyond the ken of ordinary humans.

Flynn, too, lived each day in excruciating pain, a modern-day Prometheus, his vitals ravaged daily, only to regenerate each dawn anew. This was Vivienne’s brand of retribution.

Scott, in contrast, seemed almost content. Free from the physical torment, his punishment was a Sisyphean task of endless paperwork. He accepted his fate with a disarming calmness, even pointing out errors for correction by his wardens from the Vanguard Agency.

Many said Scott was the quietest of the three.

Vivienne and Karen arrived to find Soren and Anna waiting at the gate.

“Ms. Vivienne, Ms. Karen,” Anna greeted as she adorned their wrists with security bands.

Back then, Vivienne was Percival’s wife, and Percival was the deputy. Thus, she had never needed such measures before, but times had changed.

Soren collected all their communication devices, casting curious glances at Karen. She gave him a playful warning, “Hotshot, any more staring, and you’ll be crossing a line.”

“My apologies, Captain,” Soren blurted a tad too quickly.

His curiosity stemmed from wondering why Percival respected Karen so much to call her master.

“Don’t call me Captain; I have no plans of returning to the Vanguard Agency,” Karen said with a smirk before stepping through the threshold.

with the Agency’s rigid structure and protocol. Freedom was what

this way,” Vivienne gestured toward

left,

boss of CK, known as White Tiger,”

merely nodded, but something about that cell made

“Mom, do you want to

reality. “No, let’s

Scott’s cell to find him making the most of his confinement by exercising

enjoying yourself,” Karen remarked

different and Scott had not been the second-in-command of GTO and had not been Belle’s stand-in, he and Karen might have been good friends, like she was with Micah. They shared an unspoken understanding that came from a place of

body tensing up. Without turning, he knew—it was her. But he

without saying a word. She could tell just how strong Scott’s feelings toward Karen were, or he would not have gone easy on

Karen probably did not care about that at

considered Karen’s old flame, it was only polite to give them

a seat. “Old friend, long time

last, Scott turned, his eyes wide with disbelief. Approaching the bars that separated them, his hands shook as

her. She

face like old times, but the electric barrier was a cruel

smile. “Looks like

his nerves. “Karen, have you been well all these

cracked,

“I’ve been fine, thanks

failing him. Thousands

two sat in silence for a moment before Karen spoke

to walk down memory lane,” she said, “I actually

I got sold to the GTO by the Brooks family. Once, this Vanguard Agency guy took a dozen of us, including me, from the base. I think his name was Noah. What about