The sound of something hitting a hard surface alarmed you. With your long satin nightgown covering your body, you got out of bed. You were barefoot and walked with caution.

The shadow rose in the window, the moonlight drawing the silhouette. You opened your eyes in fear, and before you could trip back, the window opened.

"Bad landing." Ezio’s voice sounded a little off, as if he had hurt himself. "My bad."

You calmed down. He wasn’t a thief. He was your lover. Ezio Auditore. On your balcony.