The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival glared at Flynn with venom in his eyes, yet his clenched fist hung suspended, unable to deliver the blow.

A sudden realization washed over him – the man before him was nothing like the uncle he remembered.

This man didn’t deserve to carry the name Flynn, didn’t deserve the family name, and certainly didn’t deserve his fury!

With a slow release, Percival let go, watching Flynn crumple to the ground like a free-falling ragdoll.

Flynn made no attempt to break his fall, laughing softly as he hit the floor, a sound as dry as autumn leaves.

No one knew what his laughter meant, nor could they guess what thoughts were twining through his mind.

Percival pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his hands clean, and, with a look of indifference, tossed it beside the fallen man. “White Tiger, I wonder if you’ll still be so cocky without your precious ST-1.”

The laughter ceased abruptly, and Flynn’s eyes, sharp as daggers, fixed on Percival.

“What do you mean by that?”

With a mocking laugh, Percival said, “Exactly what I said,” and turned to leave.

Flynn tried to follow, but chains bound him tightly, rendering him immobile.

All he could do was roar at the iron bars, “Hold it! Clarify your words, stop!”

Percival ignored the shouts and drove away.

Truth be told, his words were a mere guess, sparked by evidence brought back by Willa – a hunch that Flynn had been injecting ST-1.

And it turned out to be accurate.

What was the effect of ST-1 that even Flynn couldn’t resist using it?

that Flynn showed no signs

this mystery remained one that Vivienne

the hospital, Vivienne headed to her

coma, required no special attention, but Willa felt compelled

gently, whispering, “Sasha, when

the

He fell sick once and never fully recovered. Sasha, if

one time when Maddox said I trained too much and offered a massage. But somehow, he dislocated my arm in the process. The pain lasted for days. Even now, I still suspect

“I didn’t.”

a swift chop, only to

never meant to hurt you. I was trying to help, but you resisted, and I

holding a cake, explained, “Vivienne mentioned you haven’t eaten. I brought you some cake to tide you over until Sasha

her lips and withdrew her hand. However, her stomach betrayed her

and gave the cake to

the cake, Willa began to eat in silence, not resorting to

always keeps her word. So, let’s not worry and just wait for her,” Maddox

not be worried when his sister,

holding onto hope. She was certain Sasha would wake

massaged Karen, he

coming

Willa remained silent.

was still at large, the ST-1 mystery was

the Perez

F-Poison. Don’t carry all

what is it about me that

guard, Maddox’s eyes betrayed

just

feel like you

a brother by the one he cared for