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While the waiters placed their dishes in front of them, he added, sarcasm rampant, “I’ve no doubt she adores you even more for your sisterly love.”

In a more serious tone, she replied, “Surprisingly, she does.”

They were halfway through their steak and lobster, and though she only sipped her wine, they had just poured him a second glass when Rylee came to attention, listening as if she heard voices. He watched the instantaneous change.

She looked up at him and spoke, a positive statement he couldn’t refute.

“Something’s wrong, we need to get back to your cabin.”

“How do you know?”

She held up her phone, the screen now blank.

“I got a text from Carlos. Miguel’s gone.”