Assassin--39-s Creed Rogue Here

“What is this?” she asked.

She had touched the carving. She had felt the tremor. And she had chosen to walk away from the creed, not toward it.

“A chance. That compass will lead you to a small temple off the coast of Anticosti. Inside, you’ll find a carving of a man holding a sphere. Touch it. Feel what I felt.” Assassin--39-s Creed Rogue

The blizzard swallowed the wreck. Behind him, Gist called out, “Leaving her alive, captain? The lass knows our course.”

Shay felt the old sting. Assassins. His former family. His new prey. “What is this

“What’s your name, lass?”

Shay paused. For the first time in months, a ghost of a smile crossed his face. “Then I’ll see you on the ice, lass. And I won’t miss.” And she had chosen to walk away from

“You,” she whispered. “The traitor. Shay Cormac.”

She opened her eyes. Green, defiant, and full of a hatred he recognized—because he had once worn that same look.

Shay knelt. The blizzard howled between them. “Achilles sent a wounded girl into a winter storm, alone, to chase a rumor?”