Through the second half of the night, Serenity Villa remained eerily quiet.

Chantelle stepped out from her lookout post and announced, "Looks like no one else is coming tonight. Everyone should get some rest."

Andrew stopped her. "Hold up. You all stay on watch—I'll go rest."

Chantelle narrowed her eyes. "Are you giving me orders like I'm your subordinate?"

Andrew responded calmly, "Not at all. I just want to isolate myself and draw the next assassin in alone."

Chantelle frowned. "So, you're planning to be alone in a room and give the assassin a shot at you? You're using yourself as bait?"

Andrew replied, "Exactly. One mercenary commander from the Srovika Federation is dead, but with the Haywoods and Goldings both after my head, there's no way they'd just send one decent hitter and be done."

Chantelle nodded. "That… makes sense. But you're injured. What happens if something unexpected comes up? Can you really handle it?"

Before Andrew could answer, Aspen blurted, "It's