The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

The grand manor was now cloaked in darkness, save for the small pool of light at their feet, where the beam of a flashlight fought back the shadows. The two of them had been standing there in a defensive stance for what felt like an eternity, half an hour at least, while silence reigned supreme.

Other than the sound of their own breathing, not a single sign of trouble pierced the quiet.

The burly bodyguard, whom the staff called “Bulldog,” scowled, “Damn it, what’s going on? Is this just a freaking blackout?”

The possibility of Huxley attempting an escape was laughable. From the moment he’d returned, the Boyd Estate had been locked down tighter than Alcatraz. Mara, the pampered heiress, always had a bodyguard tailing her. Trying to slip away under these circumstances? It would take a Houdini, not a Huxley.

The second bodyguard, known as “Hawk” for his keen eyes, slowly relaxed his stance but remained on high alert. “No idea,” he muttered before pulling out his radio.

“Team three, report in. We’ve got an electrical issue in the manor. Send someone to check the fuse box. I refuse to believe that in a place this swanky, we’d just happen to run into a stroke of bad luck.”

In the darkness, Mara crouched at the corner of the hallway, her eyes fixed on the only illuminated spot in the villa. She bit her lip in frustration. She had managed to sabotage the lighting system, and yet these goons weren’t budging. How was she supposed to rescue Huxley if they wouldn’t leave their post?

Her palms pressed against the wallpaper, her manicured nails inadvertently scratching it, producing a faint, telltale noise.

“What was that?” Hawk, with his acute hearing, picked up on the slight disturbance. In the hush that surrounded them, it might as well have been a siren. At his prompt, the chandelier above flickered back to life.

In the renewed glow, Huxley looked up, his chapped lips twisting into a sardonic smile. “Idiots.”

Outside, Mara was oblivious to his reaction. As the lights flared, her hiding spot was exposed, and the bodyguards downstairs spotted her without even needing to look up.

Bulldog locked eyes with her. “Ms. Boyd, what are you doing here?”

fingers. “I… I got scared! The power went out, and I didn’t

eyes, the

a glance, skeptical but bound by orders from Thomas to only keep an eye on Huxley. With no harm done, they decided not to complicate matters

Bulldog said, without a shred of warmth, his arm outstretched and his eyes

him a glance before averting her eyes and scampering back to her

Vivienne and her entourage approached the manor near noon, Mara burst out of the house, desperation in her voice. “Percival, why have you taken so

towards him like a live grenade, expecting

however, stepped back, taking

Thud!

hit the ground hard, her

at the sight of Mara sprawled on

indecision written all over her face. Eventually, she pushed herself up, “Percival, you’re finally here. If you hadn’t come, my brother would’ve been tormented to death

that got to do with me?” Vivienne asked,

not like my brother and

did you ever go to school? Remember, we live in Veridia, not M

her lip. “Percival, look at them. It’s illegal to detain my brother

for fools and

forward to pull Mara aside. “I ordered Huxley’s detention. If you have a problem with that, go ahead and call the cops,” he said coldly, then turned,

other than his guards. “Percival, what right do