The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Percival came thundering down the stairs, his brows knitted in frustration, and without a word, he aimed a swift kick at Emrys. His icy gaze glided over Victoria with chilling indifference, the frost thawing slightly as his eyes settled on Vivienne.

"The jig is up," he said coolly. "You're like a fish on a chopping board now. What good does it do me to lie to you?"

Vivienne stroked his back soothingly. "Don't stoop to his level. If he had any sense, he wouldn't have been played by Gavin for all these years."

"Emrys, think about it. Gavin's the head of the Abernathy family now. That Littleton scandal's been cold for over a decade. If he wanted you back, would he have let you flounder this long?

As one of the top five influential families, you don't think the Abernathys have the means to hide you in the big city, do you? Besides, he's now under Grimshaw's thumb."

With a mocking smile, Vivienne added, "He's played you for a fool, and yet here you are, guarding his secrets like a loyal hound. I've seen many lapdogs, but one who would send his own mother to perdition? You're a first."

"Shut up!" Emrys roared, nearly delirious, thrashing on the ground.

The commotion woke everyone upstairs. Leopold and Matthew, without even bothering to put on their jackets, bolted down the stairs and landed their feet squarely on Emrys' face.

"Damn it, shut it! You've disturbed my beauty sleep!" Leopold growled, the very picture of a man not to be trifled with when sleep-deprived.

kept me up all night. Just as I'm about to catch some Z's, you wake me. Shut it!" Watching the

do it, ma'am," Thomas volunteered, brandishing a roll of

asset against Gavin die an ignoble

unlawful detention and let you rot in jail. Or two, you can rat out Gavin. Get a

do I have to trust

eyes flashed with anger as she lunged forward, only

fingers tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Because I'm the one who poisoned you, and only I have the antidote." Emrys' eyes rolled frantically; his fingernails dug into his palms as he considered his options. Finally, at Victoria's impatient look, he nodded, reluctantly agreeing to Vivienne's terms. He didn't care about Nimue or anyone else's fate, nor his own chance of a reduced sentence. He was driven by a simple

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had just come downstairs, said offhandedly, "That scoundrel would dig up graves. How can

flashed coldly. "So, Vivienne, you're planning a

Percival. "I've never stolen anything in my life. I'm curious to

motion. The rest is up to

my mother, and I'll do whatever it

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