The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Whitford's face twisted in agony as he crumbled to the floor of the cramped cell, his cries reverberating against the cold, grey walls.

Vivienne and Percival barely had time to register what had happened when the guards rushed in. They surveyed the bent iron bars with confusion etched on their faces. "Odd, the energy scan showed he wasn't this powerful. How'd he manage to warp reinforced steel like that?"

Vivienne's ears perked up. "Energy scan?"

You've got to be kidding me! How do you even measure such an intangible thing?

But the guards were dead serious. "The device was sent specifically from the top brass. Developed by some tech whiz, I don't get the science behind it, but the tech guy assured us Whitford wasn't a threat." Yet Whitford had just bent the bars. That meant either the device was a fake, or the technician in charge was a mole from the ancient warrior lineage, planted to monitor any prisoners of their kind! The couple realized this at the same moment.

Without hesitation, Vivienne pushed past the guards and strode into the cell. She fished out a pill from her pocket, pried Whitford's mouth open, and shoved it down his throat. Her movements were so smooth that Whitford had swallowed the pill before the guards could react.

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"Xiomara!"

"Vivienne!"

Percival stepped in, separating Vivienne from the guard named Xiomara. "We're from the NH Bureau, and during an investigation, we're authorized to use any means necessary on suspects. Let go of her!" "Xiomara, Percival's right," another imposing guard tugged at his colleague's sleeve. "Ease up!"

Xiomara's eyes flickered with reluctant suspicion as they landed on Vivienne. It wasn't until the male guard showed his impatience that she finally let go, "But you can't just shove anything down a prisoner's throat, don't they have rights?"

"You talking about human rights with a member of an international crime syndicate?" Vivienne didn't know whether to laugh at her naivety or marvel at her simplicity. "Sweetheart, how old are you? Didn't your teacher tell you the scum in here have done things so vile that dying a hundred times over would be too kind?"

flushed in

"Whitford, what you've got churning in your gut is the same poison I fed your brother. I don't care what other plans your ancient warrior lineage has, but

the hell are you?!" Whitford glared, his

in his abdomen was relentless, amplified by whatever Vivienne had slipped into the

looked down at him, her gaze cold and menacing.

The room fell silent.

guards thought she

who this fierce woman was

was

such a delicate-looking woman to speak with such venom. It took another wave of crippling pain to snap him out of his

turned from pale to purple to black as he gasped, "You...

together her identity, and despite the torment, he conceded. "Fine... I'll testify for you... but... you have to let

move, and before she could ask, Percival knew what was on her

as she nodded. "Mr. Wolf, think it's

want to do it, you do it. I'm with you all the way. The ancient warrior lineage's

might have some insight

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