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and get me?"

Michael was right. Healing Liz would attract attention -- a lot of
attention. But if he let Liz die when he knew he could save her...

That was just not an option.

"I'm willing to risk it," he told Michael.

"You're willing to risk it. But what about me? What about Isabel?" Michael
demanded.

Max stared down at the table. He didn't answer. He couldn't answer. He
would risk his own life for Liz. But how could he risk the lives of his
sister and his best friend?

"If the government has proof that one of us exists, they'll know there are
more. They won't stop searching until they find us -- all of us," Michael
continued.

"I can't stop the bleeding!" Maria screamed from behind the counter.

Max's heart slammed against his ribs. Liz was dying! He bolted to his
feet. "I'll think of something. I promise," he said in a rush.

Before Michael could stop him, Max raced to the counter and vaulted over
it. Pain filled his heart as he stared down at Liz. He swallowed hard.

Maria held a thick towel over Liz's stomach. But nothing could stop the
blood pouring from the gunshot wound.

Max heard Liz's father on the kitchen phone, giving the cafe's address to
the ambulance. They're going to be too late, Max thought. He knew it. He
could see it.

The halo of color surrounding Liz was usually a warm, rich amber that made
Max wish he could wrap himself up in it. But now her aura had turned a
dull, muddy brown. And it was growing darker by the second.

Darker and darker as her life force drained out of her.

Every person's aura was different, as unique as a fingerprint. But the
only time anyone's aura turned black was at the moment of death.

Max pulled Maria out of the way, trying to ignore the tremors of fear
racing through her body. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't have one
second to spare.

He knelt beside Liz and placed his hands over her wound. In an instant his
fingers were slick with blood.