But the tests didn't show so much as a bruise on Andres's heart—no damage at all. In medical terms, it was the kind of freak outcome doctors wrote papers about.
Even the spot on his leg where the bullet had grazed him was healing at an absurd speed.
Not even twenty-four hours had passed. A wound that ugly should've still been raw and angry—yet it was already scabbing over. If that wasn't a miracle, what was?
Andres couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation himself.
The only thing he could think of was what happened right before he blacked out in the water—Maeve had wrapped her arms around him and kissed him like her life depended on it.
He'd assumed she was giving him air.
But the more he replayed it, the more a hazy detail surfaced: it hadn't been just a kiss. It felt like she'd slipped something into his mouth.
Yeah—now he remembered. After they'd landed from the parachute, Maeve had told Hans she'd made him take two pills.
One for his heart. One to fight infection.
Was that why his body was recovering so fast?
Even with the scabbing, pain still pulsed through his leg in brutal waves.
Gritting his teeth, Andres snatched the phone out of Hans's hand, checked Maeve's number again like maybe he'd typed it wrong, and called—over and over—until it was ridiculous.
Same result every time.
Out of service.
Murray came charging back into the villa like he'd run the whole city on foot. "I'm sorry, Mr. Andres. I took men everywhere we could think of. No sign of Miss Vance."
"The school said she never showed up today. And the Morales family hasn't seen her come or go."
Every place that made sense had been checked. Maeve had vanished like smoke—no trail, no shadow.
After everything that happened, even Murray saw her differently now.
He hadn't handled it right. Andres knew that. The guilt sat heavy in his chest.
Hans looked completely lost, but Murray understood immediately.
He'd seen what happened before Maeve went overboard.
"I think you're right," Murray said. "Miss Vance is definitely angry with you."
Hans blinked. "Angry about what?"
Murray explained, "Lincoln took Miss Vance and Miss Morales hostage and forced Mr. Andres to choose. The one he chose got to live. The one he didn't… got thrown into the ocean. And Mr. Andres chose to save Miss Morales—right in front of Miss Vance."
"It's like when a girlfriend asks her boyfriend, 'If I and some other girl who likes you both fall into the water, who are you saving?' Same kind of thing."
Hans was speechless. That happened?
Andres shot Murray a hard look, eyes flashing. "That analogy is terrible."

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