Aspen could not help leaning closer to see what Andrew was doing. To her surprise, his breathing was steady—he was already asleep.

She stared at him, both amused and annoyed as she thought, 'I'm lying right next to him, and he still manages to fall asleep? Am I not attractive enough? Or does this guy just not find me worth the effort?'

That split second of realization triggered an unexpected wave of disappointment and frustration in her.

…

Meanwhile, outside Serenity Villa, a black figure moved silently across the ruined outer wall, climbing with inhuman ease. It was Black Wolf—Elon's secret weapon, a top-tier assassin with a reputation to match.

A matte-finished blade dangled from his lips as he surveyed the building, swiftly memorizing the layout of the damaged villa. He was not alone. At least a dozen other men hid in the dark, surrounding the perimeter and lying in wait.

Nonetheless, they were not predators, at least not to him. He scoffed, thinking, 'They're the bait,