The Quiet Garden was a historic, sprawling old manor. Despite sitting vacant for years, it still had a comfortable place to sleep.
They both crashed hard that night.
The next morning, Andres woke up before Maeve. He was amazed to find that the fierce gash he had carved into his arm the night before was almost completely invisible.
When Maeve finally opened her eyes, she found Andres thoroughly inspecting his forearm.
Seeing she was awake, he held it up to her. "Look, Maeve. The mark is practically gone."
Overnight, a severe laceration had healed to near-perfection. Andres could easily predict the absolute chaos Formula 609 would cause in the medical world if it ever hit the market.
The result was exactly as Maeve anticipated. She grabbed his arm, inspected the skin closely, and nodded in satisfaction. "I'll apply a few more drops later. Give it three days, and there won't be a trace of it left."
Andres was already thrilled with the progress. "Don't waste such precious medicine on me."
Maeve laughed softly. "Now that I have the stabilized formula, I can mass-produce it. The few drops I used on you are nothing but a drop in the bucket."
Besides, he had willingly acted as her test subject to speed up her progress. Since he took a blade for her without a second thought, she was absolutely going to use the best medicine she had on him.
They grabbed breakfast at a lively street stall near the manor. Milk and hash browns—cheap, hearty, and authentic.
It was the first time they had eaten together at such a casual, bustling everyday spot. For Andres, it was a completely foreign but refreshing experience.
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