Page 46 of An Assassin's Death
“From what I’ve seen, the event is going to be held in an abandoned Catholic church on fifty-seventh street.”
He indicates the building with a little cross symbol before marking another set of lines over the paper as if he’s mapping out the rooms of the church.
“A sanctuary. Talk about a god complex.” I tilt my head and Mase’s lips pull into a slow smile.
Jameson takes a long drink from a water bottle as he stands over Mason to watch the drawing. Rory looks around Jameson’s bare shoulder to take a look at what’s being drawn, but he doesn’t make an effort to join my happy little moths.
He’s really missing out on my warm and inspiring light.
“So in three days’ time, you enter wearing a formal gown—”
“Not picked by Jameson,” I add and the bastard has the nerve to wink at me.
Mason smiles before continuing. “In three days’ time, you’ll enter wearing a formal gown of your choice.” His amber eyes lift to me and I nod happily at him. “You enter through the alley side at dusk.”
At dusk. Because sunset sounds romantic and dusk sounds ominous. Thanks for that, Mouse.
“What makes you think the other assassins will welcome her with open arms?” Rory’s arms fold over his hulking chest and I hate how logical his question is.
“Because,” Tylin tapes my bandage before turning away to grab something off the table. He returns and he stares at me with the strangest look in his eyes. Warm fingers push back my hair with a gentle touch before he raises a black masquerade mask over my eyes. Small diamonds glitter around the edges and I can’t help but try to admire it out of my peripheral vision. “We have this for our fearless little assassin.”
My bandaged hand rises and my fingertips skim against his before I trail over the details of the mask. A fluttering feeling stirs within me as his gaze holds on mine, the searing look burns right into me.
But I smother it right out. It may seem sweet, but I’m only a tool that’s being used for a greater good. I’m okay with that. They’re not using me in a careless sense but Iambeing used. I just need to make sure I remind myself that they’re not being sweet to me, they’re just making sure I’m prepared.
“Will the others be wearing masks?” I look to Mason because he seems to be the one who’s done the research here.
“I don’t actually know. I wouldn’t really dwell on it because if you don’t wear it, you’re fucked.”
My brows raise as I nod. I guess that’s true.
“I’ll be lingering in the second-floor balcony,” Mason says as he slashes another line to indicate the second floor. He takes a moment to doodle a little mouse with little mouse whiskers and a little mouse tail and I can’t help but smile at it.
“You’ll be there?” I wish my voice didn’t sound as fucking pathetically dreamy as it does right now, but I can’t seem to help it.
“Well, yeah. You can’t go on your own.” He leans against the countertop near my leg, his knuckles brushing my thigh as he waves his hand as if to say it’s only logical.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Rory says in a stern voice that pisses all over my fluttering emotions. “We have our own tasks for that night.”
My head tips up to him. I glare at him and he glares right back.
Tylin lowers the mask and looks back at Rory. Silent communication seems to pass between the two men for a few seconds before Tylin pulls his attention back to me.
“Someone will definitely be there with you.” His palm raises as if he’s going to touch my arm but he pulls back at the last minute. “We can discuss that later.”
Later… without me.
Perfect.
* * *
I pullon one of Jameson’s white t-shirts. The soft mattress dips as I crawl into bed and all I want is sleep. Just as my head hits the fluffy pillow, a knock thunders against the door. Through the darkness, I look across the room at the white door.
The guys were still bantering when I came up here for a shower. If it were Jameson he would already be grinding his dick against my leg as he settled in for bed. And if it were Mason, I never would have heard him enter.
So that leaves two options.
Another thundering knock rattles the door and I’m starting to think I know who’s outside of my room. The carpet silences my steps and as I swing the door open, Rory raises his massive fist to knock again.
