"You worry too much," I told Phoebe as we walked through the villa's main hall. The morning sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor.
"Three hundred professional killers want you dead, and I worry too much?" She shook her head. "Sometimes I wonder if you're brave or just insane."
"Why not both?"
Evelyn appeared at the top of the staircase, dressed in a crisp white business suit. "Good morning. You two seem to be having an interesting conversation."
"Ethan thinks he can handle an army of assassins like they're street thugs," Phoebe explained.
"Can't you?" Evelyn asked me with a smile.
"See? She gets it."
Phoebe sighed. "I still think you should take this more seriously."
"I am taking it seriously. That's why I've prepared something special for you."
We moved to the villa's spacious living room. I gestured for Phoebe to sit on the sofa while I retrieved a small jade bottle from my jacket pocket.
"What's that?" she asked.
