The winter storm of Versailles swirls around you and Arno as he stares at you. You're both Assassins, and close. You've fallen in love with him and have been mulling it over for months, all while he's destroying himself for Élise. But now...shock and rage and horror and sorrow are etched into his handsome features, his dark eyes piercing as the snow clings to his dark brown hair You're Shay Cormac's kid...the man who... He doesn't have to say it. You both know Shay killed his dad