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.”
Shay boarded alone, pike in hand.
“You,” she whispered. “The traitor. Shay Cormac.” Assassin--39-s Creed Rogue
She had touched the carving. She had felt the tremor. And she had chosen to walk away from the creed, not toward it. Shay paused
“Wait!” she cried. “What if I choose to hunt you instead?” pike in hand. “You
She had become, like him, a ghost between worlds.