The rain poured until one in the morning.
The rumbling thunder had faded away at some point in the night.
With the mystery surrounding Natalia finally solved, Maeve drifted off into a deep sleep.
Watching the girl resting peacefully in the crook of his arm, Andres felt his restless heart settle into an unprecedented sense of calm.
Maeve often said that since he acted as a shield for her bad luck.
The Binding that Griffin had tied between them meant she was the one getting the better end of the deal.
But only Andres knew the truth: he was the one who had truly hit the jackpot.
Before he met Maeve, his world had been painted in three basic colors.
After meeting her, it had become vibrant and endlessly fascinating.
In the quiet of the night, Andres gently tightened his hold on her.
Listening to her breathe, feeling the warmth of her body against his.
He thought he would be too wired to sleep, but soon enough, drowsiness washed over him.
He slept deeply.
The next morning marked the start of a new week.
Maeve slept in, nearly staying in bed until eight o'clock.
The moment she woke up, she started complaining to Andres.
"You knew I had something to do today, why didn't you wake me up earlier?"
He hadn't just failed to wake her; he had actively turned off the alarm she set.
Absolutely diabolical!
She scrambled out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to get ready.
Andres, of course, had selfish reasons for not waking her.
He knew the person she was meeting today was Simon Grover.
They had arranged to meet at a café near Lab C at nine o'clock.
If Maeve hadn't woken up on her own, Andres would have happily watched her sleep the entire day away.
After washing up, Maeve stepped out looking fresh and alert.
She shot Andres a glaring look.

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