Assasin's POV
Within the hour Baxter and I were sat on the grimy New York subway. I know any normal person would be worrying about the nest of angry Weres I was about to walk into, but I was more worried about the grim sticking to my white jeans. Trying to stay as still as possible, I studied the reflection of Baxter in the window opposite. The sun had risen so I was looking at the human Baxter, just like every other female in the carriage. You could see he was tall, even sitting down he was tall, his arms rippling with defined muscles. His hair was slicked into the standard fae style (or the fashion as humans had adopted the style) and was bright blue. His large eyes were framed by long eyelashes, with a strong nose poised above a pouting set of lips. To sum it up, he's the guy you want
