I'm An Assassin, Not Your Mate. (UNFINISHED)

chapter 3

In an unlikely move, the director called me a second time last night to enforce just how important Tristan's safety was - his death would cause chaos for many supernatural species. He told me to "play the part" of young woman struggling to accept love. Gag.

But, I usually did what the director asked, which is the reason I'm in a coffee shop spying on a group of girls. All day I have followed random girls through town and studied their expressions, mannerisms, how they dress, what they like to do for fun. And I will be honest, it was exhausting. They just gossiped about the other women in the pack and stared off into space while dreaming about their future mates. Is this what women have become? Becoming so absorbed in their mates that they forget they have lives outside of their relationships? I wanted more for them. 

I decided to stay at the shop for a little longer, I only had a few hours before the bonfire but the coffee was worth the delay. I was packing up my tablet when the shop door flew open, banging against the wall. The owner's face scrunched in annoyance and I could see the wrinkles framing her nose from here. I knew should would have shouted at the nuisance, if only it wasn't the Crown Alpha's sister. So instead, the graying owner merely waved and turned back to the coffee machine. Stacey waved as she walked quickly in my direction. So much for a break, I thought, but nonetheless I forced a smile on my face. 

"Hi hi! I saw you when I was walking by! Why aren't you getting ready for the bonfire?" She glared accusingly but still sat down in the open chair across from me. "You're not planning to skip out are you?" She squinted her eyes in suspicion. 

"Hi Stacey," I rolled my eyes in a playful manor. "No, I'm not planning to bail on the bonfire, I just wanted to grab some coffee so I could stay awake for tonight." 

"Oh, okay, " her face relaxed and she looked relieved. "Well, I don't want to interrupt or intrude on your day, but do you want to hand out before the bonfire? She asked hopefully.

"Sure, we have time before it starts, what did you have in mind?" And she got a devious look in her eyes that made me think I should have come up with an excuse.

Two hours later...

"Stacey," I said exasperatedly, "Please tell me we're almost done." We have been trying on and buying clothes for hours. If I had known this was the plan, I would have thrown myself from the escalator in the first ten minutes. 

"Yeah, okay. We should probably get going, the bonfire starts soon." She dug through her purse and pulled out her car keys. I checked my watch and frowned when it said ten after seven. The bonfire started at eight and I had to get stuff together before then.

"I have to get going Stacey, I'll see you in an hour." I gave her a smile and power walked to my car. I'll be cutting it close but I should make it on time.

As soon as I was in the driveway I didn't bother pulling into the garage or even grabbing the shopping bags. I hurried to open the front door and sprinted upstairs. I took one of the quickest showers of my life and only half dried my hair. Stepping into the closet I instinctively reached for a black t-shirt but paused midway. I thought back to what the girls at the mall were wearing and decided to wear a navy sweater instead. The I struggled into some skinny jeans and grabbed my combat boots. On the way out I grabbed my leather jacket, a girl can only compromise so much. 

I hurried down to the basement and unlocked the armory. Once inside, I pressed a button to the left of the door which triggered the gadget drawers to open. I grabbed a few listening devices and GPS trackers - I would need to bug his office tonight, who knows when another opportunity like this would present itself. 

I reached for a gun but thought better of it. If bumped into someone, or Stacey tried to hug me, I couldn't risk getting caught with it. Instead I slipped a knife into my right boot, better safe than sorry. If anything, there was glock stashed in the flower pot by the front door, I snuck over around three in the morning and buried it in the dirt.