The Assassin’s Mate

The next few days, Finn was on my ass like flies on horse shit. He berated me like a five year old for running off the first night we got here because I didn't know what potential dangers were sneaking around waiting to harm me. If he only knew those dangers wouldn't have a chance against me. But I sucked it up and accepted his ass chewing because I couldn't blow my cover. To him I was just some extremely rich brat from an elite class of wolves who needed security while I attended the most upscale parties in preperation for our new King. I played along with his rules for the sake of the mission and pretended to be a good little girl.

Tonight was the night of the ball and Julius had sent a hairstylist and makeup artist to the condo to make me look presentable. He also sent over an assistant to help me get dressed and review all the proper etiquette lessons I had been taking. Apparently these wolves don't eat with their hands or shovel food into their mouths like pigs.

I was almost done being plucked and painted when I heard a repulsive laugh coming from outside my door. I could hear Penelope, my assistant, flirting with Finn. She practically melted into a pile of mush when she first saw him and he didn't make it any better staring at her way too big of a chest that was busting out of her blouse. I rolled my eyes as I watched her slap his chest when they walked into the room. He looked at me through the mirror and smirked as he whispered something into her ear and her face blushed 50 shades of red.

She cleared her throat as my two personal beauty stylist finished packing up their stuff and were headed out the door. I got up from the chair and stepped into my closet where several long, sparkly and extremely poofy dresses were waiting for me. She followed me as I decided on the most plain one there was which was a dark purple one with flowy material that reached past my feet. It had spaghetti straps, open sides and a slit that damn near exposed my entire womanhood if the wind blew just a tad. I slipped it on with Penelope's help then sat down as I put on a pair of clear shoes with a gold heel.

I stood up and inspected myself in the mirror and almost smiled at the beautiful stranger staring back at me. My dyed black hair was pulled up on one side with soft curls cascading down my shoulders and my now brown eyes were smeared with beautiful gold and purple tones. My eyelashes were curled and splattered with mascara and my lips were a dark red and to the left of my upper lip was the freckle I had temporarily tattooed for my disguise. I looked fucking hot as hell and for a fraction of a moment I felt like a normal girl going to a ball.

We walked downstairs and waited for Finn. He was my escort tonight and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him there because the truth was as much as I didn't want him around he helped fill the void that was left by Romero and Damon who couldn't be here. Penelope handed me my mask and stood behind me as I placed it on my face. She tied the straps behind my head and secured it with a few bobby pins and clips.

Finn walked out of his room smelling like the most delicious mixture of sex and cockiness while wearing a black tuxedo and he had a black Phantom of the Opera style mask on his face. He froze when his eyes locked with mine and I swear I could feel the whole room increase by 100 degrees. I bit my lip to surpress the dirty thoughts creeping into my mind but that only made his eyes darker. He stiffly walked towards me then circled around me like I was a piece of meat that he wanted to devour.

Penelope cleared her throat which snapped me out of my trance but not Finn. He stared and licked his lips as I passed in front of him heading towards the door. I walked outside thankful for the crispness in the air because I needed to cool down somehow before we were trapped in that car together. He met me on the sidewalk just at the limo pulled up my eyes widened in surprise as I saw the long town car come to a stop and a well dressed man walked around the car opening the door for us.

He held out his hand for me and I gladly accepted as I tried to get into the car without flashing anyone. Ugh maybe I should have picked a different dress. Once I was on the seat I scooted all the way to the other door creating as much distance as possible between me and the man who was supposed to be protecting me. Although, all he seemed to be doing was driving my hormones insane with his amazing body and seductive eyes.

"You look beautiful Mila." He said as he sat down in the car and closed the door.

"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself." I choked out as I inhaled his scent.

The car pulled away from the curb and continued on down the road all while Finn and I stared out our windows. Their was so much tension in the air you could cut it with a knife and I had to roll down the window just to release it.

I was mesmerized by the beautiful scenery when I heard a low growl come from my right. I looked over to see Finn's usually dark brown eyes turned a marbled green with flecks of gold in them. He was staring down at the seat when I realized the breeze from the open window blew my dress off my leg exposing my thigh and the hem of my black lace thong. I quickly covered myself and felt my face turn red as I immediately growled back.

He shook his head making his eyes return to normal and said "I'm sorry Mila. I don't know what came over me." And quickly jerked his head towards the window. He stayed turned to his side for the rest of the ride but I couldn't help but wonder about his eyes. They were the most amazing color and nothing like I had ever seen before. I filed that in the back of my head to ask him about it later and returned to staring out the window.

We were almost to the ball and I couldn't stop the bundle of nerves that was having a field day in my belly. There was something off about tonight and it hit me as soon as we stepped out the limo and onto the silver lined carpet. There was an electric charge in the air causing my body to hum and my digits to sting and the hairs on my body to prickle. Finn held out his arm for me to take and I gladly accepted, mostly because of these heels but also because I needed his presence for in case something went wrong.