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He stood, turned his back on her, and walked toward the Morrigan ’s gangplank.

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

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. He stood, turned his back on her, and

“Wait!” she cried. “What if I choose to hunt you instead?” turned his back on her

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

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