“Don’t go,” Little Brother warned me. “She wants to eat you. Or they’ll find your body floating in the bay.”
The Grandmonster had invited me to Hong Kong for the Chinese New Year this year, and while I’m sure she’d very much enjoy watching the Police finding my body in the bay on the evening news, there was something else afoot. My little brother was immediately concerned, but mostly because I haven’t updated my Trust yet to include giving him all my airline miles in case of my untimely demise. He’s practical that way.