Creed Rogue - Assassin--39-s

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

Hope stared at him. “You’re giving me an Assassin an Isu artifact?” Assassin--39-s Creed Rogue

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

He stood, turned his back on her, and walked toward the Morrigan ’s gangplank. “You’re giving me an Assassin an Isu artifact

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.”

He never saw Hope Jensen again. But months later, a weathered compass arrived at a Templar safehouse in New York, wrapped in a torn piece of white fabric. No note. No explanation.