They spent another night sleeping in each other's arms.
With Andres beside her like a shield, Maeve did something she almost never got to do on stormy nights: she slept until she woke naturally.
When she opened her eyes, it was only seven in the morning.
Andres was already awake, on the phone with someone.
Maeve only caught one sentence—low and firm:
"You pick the meeting place. You bring the goods, we bring the person."
When he noticed Maeve sitting up, Andres ended the call quickly.
"Maeve," he said, "get up and get ready. We're leaving in ten minutes."
Maeve rubbed her sleepy eyes. "It's seven. Aren't you going to check on your mom?"
He walked over. "I already went while you were asleep."
"She's doing even better than yesterday. The fever's completely gone. Dr. Foster and his team are discussing next steps."
"Something came up. I need to get back into the city."
"If you like it here, we'll come back next week when I have time."
Maeve waved him off. "You go. I'm not going."
And with that, she flopped back down, hugged the comforter, and shut her eyes like a cat returning to its nap.
Andres laughed under his breath. "You little slob. Aren't you going to class?"
Maeve opened one eye, scowling. "They expelled me. Class my ass."
Andres almost told her the truth—that the university's leadership was practically tearing the city apart looking for her.
Especially Renfield Yates.
Ever since Orca Group had announced it was pulling all funding from Aethelburg University, the vice chancellor had been panicking nonstop.
He'd been calling Hans every day, begging him to smooth things over, desperate for Orca not to pull the plug.

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