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.
Shay felt the old sting. Assassins. His former family. His new prey. Assassin--39-s Creed Rogue
She opened her eyes. Green, defiant, and full of a hatred he recognized—because he had once worn that same look. He stood on the frozen deck of the
“Captain,” a crewman shouted over the wind. “We’ve spotted wreckage. A ship, flying the Assassin insignia.” Gist and Monro
She had touched the carving. She had felt the tremor. And she had chosen to walk away from the creed, not toward it.