The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 1117

Chapter 1117

On the outskirts of the village, Draven had his crew ready the dynamite as the approaching group neared, his hand hovering over a detonator. It was at this moment, however, that a familiar, grumbling voice cut through the tension. "Why pick such a godforsaken place? If we can't find anyone, might as well blow it all to kingdom come!" Leopold's voice came, laced with frustration.

Draven paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as he set aside his tools and stepped outside.

The rustling in the woods immediately drew Leopold's attention. He had just drawn his knife when Draven emerged from the treeline.

"Jesus, is that you, kid?" Leopold exclaimed, relief washing over him as he recognized Draven. "I was this close to turning you into a pincushion. You gotta be more careful!"

Draven just stared, feeling a shiver run down his spine at Leopold's tone, which had taken on an eerie quality after spending too much time with his wife.

Ignoring Leopold's ramble, Draven scanned the area behind him.

"What're you looking for?" Leopold asked, puzzled.

"Is it just you guys? Didn't run into anyone else on the way here?"

Leopold was taken aback by the barrage of questions. "Who else would bother coming to this dump? No, we didn't see a soul."

Reassured, Draven led Leopold back to their base, only for Leopold to almost have a heart attack at the sight of the explosives aimed in their direction.

hell! Were you planning a welcome party or a funeral?" Leopold yelled, prompting Draven's men to quickly redirect

choked on his retort. Nothing was impossible, he supposed, especially when allegiances could shift as easily as the wind. Percival

thoughts, Leopold looked at Draven. "So, what's the

hesitated, then sighed

Mayor Thompson stood, petrified, as Vivienne approached, her gaze so intense

if he weighed nothing, then rounded up

thrown in, a protective formation they'd relied on was broken, unleashing dark shadows that lacked any sign

shadows began assaulting Vivienne with a ferocity that belied their undead

equal in

the fore as she identified their weaknesses, exploiting them with her abilities. Soon, the ground was littered with the remnants of

sky from the mountaintop. Percival, having dealt with his own obstacles, met up with Draven

asked, anxiety creeping into his voice at her

pointed towards the mountain, "She's up there,

gaze, the ominous weather on the mountaintop

in the world is Vivienne doing?" Leopold gasped

Leopold, Percival raced

to find Vivienne dispatching the last of the shadows, the formation now useless. She stood,

to brave the storm's center, Vivienne took a step forward only to be

"Vivienne!" Percival shouted.

met theirs, sending

"Vivienne!"