The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Gillian screamed, her voice edged with sheer terror, “Are you out of your mind? You’re in the car too, Mara!”

Panic clawed at her, urging her to leap from the speeding vehicle, but courage failed her.

As the car hurtled towards the end of the winding mountain road, Gillian curled up in the backseat, bracing for impact.

A jarring symphony of rubber grinding against asphalt pierced the air. Gillian’s head slammed against the seat, her forehead instantly blossoming with a bruise.

Mara exhaled a long sigh of relief, casting a scornful glance back at Gillian. “Scared now?”

“Just go off and die by yourself; don’t drag me into it!” In a fit of rage, Gillian hurled her purse squarely at Mara’s face.

Mara, now prizing her beauty more than ever, caught sight of the incoming assault and immediately yanked at Gillian’s hair, snarling, “Dare to mar my face? I’ll make sure yours isn’t worth keeping!”

Gillian let out a piercing shriek.

And so, the two women grappled inside the car, exchanging blows and pulling hair—an unseemly spectacle.

Exhausted and breathless, they eventually stopped, both bearing the marks of their skirmish, neither having gained the upper hand.

Touching up her makeup in the mirror, Gillian said, “If you’d actually swallowed vitamins, Vivienne would have caught on in a heartbeat. She’s the Specter Healer, and with her all-knowing mom, those two are sharper than anyone. You’d be the first to go if you slipped up.”

Mara scoffed. “You could’ve warned me. I would’ve taken less. You’re just looking to get rid of me!”

Gillian couldn’t be bothered to argue. “I’ll be transferring to Rivenwood soon. You’ll have to play along with a few more of my performances, so don’t forget.”

With a cold snort, Mara started the car and drove away. She would have never kept up this charade with Gillian if it were not for her thirst for vengeance. Once that was quenched, she would be the first to kill this bitch and drop her and Vivienne into the pigsty!

eyed Mara with contempt. Her thoughts mirrored Mara’s—each plotting the demise

dropped Karen off at the Perez Mansion and

energy of youth—students engaged in sports, romance, and lively

Don’t you have your own dorm? If you’re staying

own dorm was seldom used, thanks to

the latest season’s game on his tablet, paid

those reactions, how

about to explode in frustration when his phone

the sight of Vivienne’s name, the irritation on his

because Vivienne had said she would come to see

you arrived?” Aaron answered the call, grabbed a cake from the fridge, and dashed out, leaving

Aaron’s words, and

at Elite

on the steps, observing the couples and groups

University, her classmates treated her like a kid, and she kept

on those days, she realized how mundane

had miraculously survived the run, save for one berry that had fallen off. “Got you

berry. “Still lacking finesse, Aaron? Can’t even

frayed Aaron’s nerves. “I’m sorry, Vivienne. I’ll be more careful next

face are the best of the best. Any slip-up could be fatal.

but because, as the new head of the Miller family, Aaron was a target of GTO. The Nine Mystics Society had already exerted

not take full control of the Miller family soon, he would be swallowed by

flashing in his eyes. “I’m sorry,

your training. And if I see

I’ll have surpassed Percival,” Aaron blurted out his