Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1168

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 fine. I'll stay with him!"

She said it way too fast—no thought, pure impulse. The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it because all eyes turned to her.

Natasha, Chantelle, and Dylan all stared at Aspen with unreadable expressions, making her wish she could disappear.

Chantelle looked over at Andrew and said flatly, "Having someone with you might actually be safer."

Natasha chuckled. "Since Andrew is injured, he'll need someone to take care of him. But just don't go doing anything extra. Some activities take a serious toll on stamina, you know!"

Aspen pretended not to hear it, but her jaw clenched so hard her teeth nearly cracked. She knew exactly what Natasha was insinuating—a warning not to get into Andrew's bed.

If they got intimate, it could easily sap Andrew's energy.