Chapter 282: The Gentle Monica

When Anya had knocked down all twelve assassins, Lucky closed its eyes glinted with blue light. Its raised head drooped back down as it continued to sleep.  Meanwhile, observing from a short distance, Don stifled a bored yawn. "Sleep now. I don't think anything else will happen tonight," Ethan said softly to Monica after glancing into the garden. Monica nodded slightly and returned to bed as it was already the early morning hours. Ethan changed into pajamas and went downstairs to the small garden.  On...