“Aye,” Shay said, gripping the railing. “But now she knows something more important: that I’m not a monster. I’m a man who learned the hard way that the Brotherhood’s freedom is just another word for chaos.”

She had become, like him, a ghost between worlds.

“Captain,” a crewman shouted over the wind. “We’ve spotted wreckage. A ship, flying the Assassin insignia.”

“What is this?” she asked.

Shay boarded alone, pike in hand.