Misguided Heroics

Before long, the Sylvan police arrived. Vivienne didn't speak Sylva, but the young man in white from earlier did, fluently negotiating with the officers. Soon, the police were hauling away the two thugs.

The young man in white sprinted back toward Vivienne. She was sitting on a bench in the square, one of her high heels snapped in two, and her ankle was already swollen.

As Vivienne gently massaged