"Fix her or die," Reyes shouted, pacing their bedroom liked a caged lion. Seeing Casey flinch made him immediately regret raising his voice, so he settled for glaring death at the doctor he'd flown in from Las Pas the moment she started showing symptoms of a migraine.

Casey lay curled on the bed like a broken doll where he had placed her after she'd finished her last bout of violent sickness. She'd tried to turn away from him, push his hands from her body and beg him to ...