Assassin--39-s - Creed Rogue

“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.”

“Aye,” Shay said, gripping the railing. “But now she knows something more important: that I’m not a monster. I’m a man who learned the hard way that the Brotherhood’s freedom is just another word for chaos.”

Shay understood.

Hope’s lip trembled—not from cold, but from the crack in her conviction. “He said the ends justify the means.” Assassin--39-s Creed Rogue

“What is this?” she asked.

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.”

“Wait!” she cried. “What if I choose to hunt you instead?” “A chance

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

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

He stood on the frozen deck of the Morrigan , watching a blizzard erase the world. His new Templar companions, Gist and Monro, trusted him. But trust was a luxury Shay could no longer afford. He had once trusted Achilles Davenport, and that man’s arrogance had killed thousands. Touch it

He ordered the Morrigan closer. The wreck was a schooner, its mast snapped like a chicken bone, its hull bleeding splinters into the black water. On the forecastle, slumped against a barrel of salted fish, was a young woman in a tattered white hood. She couldn’t have been older than twenty. Her left arm was twisted at a wrong angle, and frost clung to her eyelashes.

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

“I’m giving you truth ,” Shay said. “When you feel the earth scream, when you realize that our Brotherhood has been fumbling with forces they don’t understand… you’ll have a choice. Stay loyal to the creed and watch cities burn. Or do what’s right.”

Shay pressed it into Hope’s good hand.

“What’s your name, lass?”