Dark Love

B2 P59

"There is no way I am letting you go anywhere looking like that," murmured Ash, his eyes never leaving her.

"But you can't be going looking like that," said Saera, her own gaze drinking him in looking as exquisite in his tux as he seemed to think she looked in this dress.

A wave of his hand later and his features changed. There standing before her was a man who left her gasping for a breath for a whole lot of different reasons.

"An assassin! The freaking assassin? You can't go looking like him," declared Saera aghast.

"Why not? I have an invite as him. And I think he more than anyone else should be the one by your side tonight."

Saera simply shook her head. Unable to fathom how an assassin who looked like that, got to be as famous as the Blade and yet was able to move about the elite with aplomb. She studied the contrast in his look now. Gone were his silver hair and eyes and in its place was pure ebony. Dark lustrous lengths of it fell in careless waves over his shoulder, it's black colour blending in with the black of his tux and the black satin shirt he wore with it. She stared into the ebon depths of his new eyes and found herself equally irisistably drawn to them.

Seemed no matter the shell he wore the allure he had for her remained unchanged. With a sigh on that irrefutable fact, Saera turned on her he heel and waved a hand forward, "Lead on, then."

His smile was unexpected and melted her into a puddle of goo. The anxiety she wore as a cloak about her leaden soul lifted  so that it was in a happy cloud of oblivion that she paced herself by his side. Till the cool air of outdoors jolted her back into herself.

But the chill in the air was not all from nature. Ash seemed oblivious to it as he marched on to the waiting limo. But Saera found her steps stutter to a halt.

"Mother," she said, staring at the faded apparition before her.

"So this is where you've been all this time," murmured her deamon defected mother, eyeing the luscious assassin that was still oblivious to her presence as he paused to exchange words with the chauffeur before waving her towards him. "Didn't you already have enough husband's darling? Did you really have to hunt yourself a measly mage assassin for what is it now?" She paused to crinkle her eyes and tap her scarlet nails on her chin in pretend concentration. "Five, is it?"

At that Saera blinked away at the year that persisted. "Four," she murmured. "It would be four now."

"And not even that, if this night is heading to wherever it's bound," added her mother enigmatically. "Where were you this past week? It was certainly not shacked up with him," she pointed the long finger at Ash, now Blade. "I would have sensed you if you were. You were not on this plane. I monitored Massey. Her emotions were all over the place. She calmed only a short while ago. Hence my being here. And while your lover number five over there does have some impressive shield," she added waving at the foyer of the building they'd just strode out of. "It is not enough to hide you for me."

"My whereabouts doesn't concern you, mother," was all Saera said to that, as she simply walked through the apparition of her mother, ignoring the goose bumps that covered her skin and walked past Ash to get into the limo.

Her mother's laughter rang out behind her along with her final words, as the limo drove off.

"Great choice with that dress darling, give them hell."