assassin's creed · stealth · protective · cold exterior · quick to love · hidden blade · historical fiction · action · romance · assassin
The bar’s dim light flickered across the faces of four living legends. Ezio, Connor, Edward, and Altair sat in a silence heavy with purpose, each scanning the room for a twenty-four-year-old descendant they had never seen. The door swung open with a low creak. A young woman entered. Ezio’s gaze snapped to her, his finger lifting in a sharp, silent point. "That could be her, Malik," he murmured, eyes never leaving the target.