The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Larry grunted in agreement.

Huxley, hearing the affirmation, let out a sigh of relief and gripped Carl’s sleeve tighter, his gaze dropping as he lost himself in thought.

The group trekked on, the passage of time lost to them until a faint glimmer of light hinted at the end of their subterranean journey.

“Thank God,” Huxley exclaimed, spotting the brightness ahead. “Looks like we’re finally going to see the light of day!”

The oppressive darkness of the mine shafts had been nearly suffocating, and the promise of escape was a balm to his weary spirit.

Larry, however, squinted at the light suspiciously, his instincts on high alert. Things were never this easy.

If an exit was so conveniently placed, what was the point of dragging them down here in the first place?

His steps became cautious as he whispered a warning to the others, “Stay sharp. Something’s fishy up ahead.”

They continued, the light growing stronger, beckoning them forward despite the potential danger.

Emerging from the stifling confines of the mine, they found themselves in a surprisingly large clearing.

“Did we actually make it out?” Carl muttered, disbelief etched across his face.

Larry’s brow furrowed tighter. He was half-expecting an ambush.

Free from the claustrophobic tunnels, Huxley took a deep breath, allowing himself a momentary sense of relief. The last thing he wanted was to revisit the horrors of the mine. Although Larry and Carl were with him, that was still a terrifying experience.

“Tsk.” Just then, as if on cue, a woman adorned with a golden half-mask appeared, her form draped in a striking red dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. She oozed an air of mystery and grace.

With her hands on her hips and a silver fan in her grasp, she had the poise of a seasoned actress on stage, though how long she had been there was anyone’s guess.

of her fan, she clapped lightly, her laughter tinged

real fighting prowess

effects of an earlier drugging had worn off, and his strength was nearly restored. But he knew

Larry’s voice

on Fariana Isle, his word was law, but here

lips, visible beneath her mask, curved into a mocking smile. “You’re not worthy

his attack with eerie precision, dodging

sidestepped, her fan snapped open, revealing needles that flew at Larry. He narrowly avoided them, rolling away, dust-clad and

expected to be bested

Emerald Mountain’s disciple? Disappointing.” she taunted

coughed up another mouthful

aren’t waiting for your precious senior and the Nine Mystics Society

and the Nine Mystics Society unsettled

nagging feeling that there was more to their abduction than

people have cleaned them up nicely,” she said, fanning

in,

Vivienne and Percival, hand in hand, their

sight of

mistaken them for

of your concern,” Vivienne retorted, thrusting her needles at the

softly. “Impolite as ever. I held

revelation, but the mysterious woman parried each attack with

watching in disbelief, realized even Vivienne struggled

with F-Poison, aren’t you?” Vivienne

easily avoided Vivienne’s flurry, her disdain apparent at the meBooks Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated