One more upload before this fic is complete! This chapter might have slight adult themes. I just want to let you know this story won't end in the way you think!

THANK YOU GUYS FOR SUPPORTING THIS FIC! THIS HAS BEEN A CRAZY YEAR AND a HALF! Gah. Thank you so much! I will be taking a slight break before I upload the first chapter in the next book.

-Moon.

Shay looked upon the young native in front of him. He didn't have a negative opinion on the boy, but on the alliance he held. The novice assassin starred back with disdain. In his hand, was an unsettling sight, Catherine's companion, Aries. Shay's stomach twisted in knots at the sight of the poor creature's state. He had no words to describe such a horrific act on such a noble creature.

"When did this happen?" Shay stormed towards him to examine the bird. He touched the wing to find it rigged, Shay was unsure the time of death, but it had to be early in the morning. It was in the first stages of decomposition.

Connor eyes showered with sadness at the poor creature. "I don't know. I found him like this in an alley a few blocks away."

Shay folded the animal in the red cloth to hide the sight from Azura, who stood back a few feet watching them. Shay had the right mind to question the native in front of him on why he was here.

"I became worried and came right over. I was unaware if she was hurt or not. I had Aries carry a message for Catherine early evening. I figure she would of send back a message. I had to pick up supplies for a friend when I found him. I feared the worst."

"I went to retrieve her from her room, but she wasn't in there. I was about to go out looking for her."

Azura cleared her throat. "It seems you both need to go find her. She could be in trouble... I can wait for her here. She might have just went for a run, she has been couped up since her injury."

The native shook his head in disagreement. "It feels more sinister than that. She loves this animal."

Shay shook his head in agreement. "Can you show me where you found him?"

Connor gave him a distrusting look. "How can I trust you?"

"I care about Catherine. Don't question my motives boy. She's my daughter I am worried about her!" Shay snarled at the boy for asking such a question.

"I can't help but too. I don't trust Templars." Connor snarled, "What else do you expect?"

Shay crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't trust Achilles motives as well."

Connor crossed his arms over his chest. He wanted to find Catherine but these jabs at each other weren't helping. He knew her father must have felt this way from the agitated pace he kept. The older Templar push back his hair.

"We will go look for her together." Shay said, "Can you put your pride away to work with me?" He held out his arm towards the boy.

"Can you old man?"

Shay chucked a laugh in the back of his throat. "Easy boy, but yes." The native boy shook on the agreement. "I don't want anyone killed, I want to find my daughter."

The Templar and Assassin left the tavern together in search of Catherine.

Thomas Hickey was the kind of man that did not appreciate disturbance during his downtime. What made matters worse, it was one of Lee's men. A man that Charles hired on the side to do his dirty deeds. The messenger said Charles wanted to meet with him on the docks in the warehouse district. The drunk Irish men were nursing a hangover while being in the comfort of a beautiful woman. He made the messenger paid for her services after giving her a smack on the bum.

Thomas took no time in meeting Charles at the location upon his request. He found the Templar leaning against the building with an annoyed look across his face.

"Who wound you up, Charlie?" Thomas joked.

Lee growled in reply at his nickname. "I will show you Thomas, but I need you to be quiet about this. "

Charles pushed open the door of the abandoned warehouse. He beckoned the Irish man to follow him upstairs to the second level of the building. Hickey wondered where Charles Lee was taking them too. From the outside, Hickey could hear the muffled cries and whimpers of a poor sob. Lee didn't pay attention to the noise as he pushed open the door.

In the middle of the room was a figure that was bound to a chair. The chair had fallen over with two mercenaries standing over the person. Hickey tried to get a better look at them, but a bag was concealing their face.

One of the men turned around. "We can't get 'er talking." The spat on the ground by her feet. The two men didn't have any problem beating the poor bastard. They actually seemed a little too excited.

"Who?" Hickey looked confused.

Charles snapped his fingers towards the two men who sat up the person. The sack was ripped off the poor sob's head.

Hickey's eyes widen at the sight of the younger Cormac.

Catherine was blinded by the bright light of the dimly lite room. Gritting her teeth, she panted, spitting blood. "Your dead, Lee. I swear it." The two men were giving her a vicious beating after each time she insulted Lee.

The young woman did not fear for her life even though she was bound to a chair. Her honey colored eyes gazed on Charles. The Templar whispered something in Hickey's ear, knowing she was watching the both of them. She had not given him a single bit of information about Connor, or where the box was. He had been failing to push any information she might have. He failed at every corner.

Lee stepped away from his cohort to address the girl. "Alright my dear, I am going to give you one more chance to talk."' Charles talked to her like she was a child. He reached into his pocket to pull out the letter that Adams gave her. "Is this from your mother? Last thing she ever provided you."

Catherine gritted her teeth viciously. "Give it back, it's mine," she yelled at the man.

"Tell me where your friends are." He starred her down with a smirk. "And I will consider giving you this back. Though I would look like to know what Adams gave you."

Catherine growled. "That is her will. Adams kept it for me. He managed to find it in her belongings." She only hoped that he would buy her lie. "Besides I won't tell you anything."

Lee's smirk spread like butter before he unsealed the letter. Anxiety roused in Catherine's chest, the letter was the only lead she had to her mother.

"That's not yours!"

"The letters you took from Edward Shippen wasn't yours either." Lee retorted while he turned his back to her. His right arm was clasped behind his back while he read the letter. He almost looked like a gentleman if it wasn't his ugly demeanor. "Well isn't this a surprise..." he hummed.

Catherine trembled at his surprise gasp, her mother's life hung in the balance. Charles picked up the lantern that illuminated her room of torture.

"This is the turn of events for you," Charles spoke with glee. "You should be happy. I don't understand why you're acting like a prat."

"It's the fact you blindsided me and killed my hawk. Also, you murder five people."

Charles laughed as he patted her cheek like a child. "I am in a forgiving mood after your attack. I would of like to know where you placed the precursor box along with Shippen's letters."

Catherine sat in silence, the only sound in the room was the crackle of the fire from the lamps.

"Stupid girl," Lee opened the small the hatch of the lantern. "You're interfering with things you don't understand. I do understand your anger towards Rose's fake death, but you have a reason to be happy. She's alive and expecting you." He held up the letter to the candlelight. "Just tell me where your friends are and I will give you this information in exchange."

Catherine stayed stubborn. She had only to hope there were more ways to track down her mother then just that letter. She would have to race against the clock to get to her mother before the Templars. She knew that Dorian kept in contact with Rose for all these years. It was his sole mission to retrieve the box from Boston and smuggle into Europe as insurance if Rose had ever died.

"I am not playing your games, Lee. If you hadn't believed that my mother was dead. You would place a bullet between her eyes."

"You are mistaken. I have much respect for Shay, I would have never gone through with the gunshot if I knew his family was in the crowd. Though, we were aware of her contact with the European Brotherhood. She should have stayed out of this business." Lee pressed onward with the telling behind the scenes of Catherine's childhood.

He shifted his hold on the lamp as he glared on the girl. "Especially after the generosity that Haytham extended to your family. The Order always made sure that you and your mother were never without food or shelter. Even though most of the time she refused with so much vigor. Though it's probably because of the soft spot that Haytham has towards your father." Lee scrunched his nose in disgust. "She should have been thankful. I don't know why she still helped the Assassins after they attempted on your life."

If Catherine could stand, she would be in his face in killing distance. "Those men are gone. I don't have a memory of that part of my life. What I do remember is a man standing on the roof, firing a pistol that killed innocent men and women. Putting myself, my mother and my friends at risk."

Charles gave an exasperated sigh before shaking his head. She knew he was finding ways to get under her skin, to point out fatal errors in her logic. "I am going to give you one last chance to answers my question."

"No."

"I really tried to be a gentleman about this, Catherine. I really did, but you gave me no choice." He planted the letter in the flickering fire. In an instance, the location of her mother was gone in ash and ember.

Catherine could only laugh in his face. "You have nothing to barter against me now."

Lee didn't look up from the floor as he stomped out of the dying flames from the paper. "I said I was done being a gentleman. I am going to allow Thomas here to take over with these two gentlemen."

"My father will have your head if you touch me." She glared at Hickey. Who only sat in silence watching her.

"That is why these two men are here. Hickey is just going to watch over the disposal of your body. Make it look like a violent mugging. It is ashamed for your father though, but at least he can move on from you and focus on his role within the Templars. I am not sorry for one second for you. You could have easily had your father betray us and promptly to have him killed. You're a very selfish girl."

Her eyes were filled with hatred and disdain as she watched Charles Lee. "I brought you here, Thomas because you are better at dealing with rats like this." Lee patted his associate on the back before walking up to Catherine. "You can deal with the unsavory part of the questioning." He reached up and grasped her hair at the base of her scalp.

Catherine yelped cursing Lee. "I will be back in few hours to see progress." He forcefully pushed her head causing hard whiplash. "I will make sure you are paid for the time."

Her skin crawled as she heard Lee talked about what he would have Hickey and his men do to her. Her stomach churned with uneasiness. She watched Lee leave the room.

One of the men took a step forward drawing his knife. "I am going to enjoy this job." He cackled reaching for his belt buckle.

There was only so much she could be prepared for when it came to facing the enemy. Horror was the only words she could describe this experience. She was unsure how many hours Lee had her tied up in this dark room.

Her body and face were sore from the beatings that Lee's men gave her. This was the first time she felt scared for herself.

Lee was hell-bent on using her gender as a way to torture her. No one prepared her for this as a woman. Her mother always ushered cautions about men and their misdeeds. Women were the most common victims in times of war. Something Catherine always swore she would never be.

Though she froze, she had no hidden blade, no sword. Nothing to defend herself from the men in front of her. Catherine felt like she shrunk down to the size of a child at the threat she faced.

She felt horrified. She couldn't even open her mouth to scream no because she was in shock as the two hands reached down to touch her. Her cheeks felt wet for the first time during her integration. She silently cried in the face of fear.

"Stop!" Hickey yelled at them. "You will not touch 'er like that. I don't know what idea he gave you, but the lass's a kid."

It was shocking to hear Hickey speak up for her honor in that way. She only knew disgust with this man and he had spoken up for her. The two men backed away from her at Hickey's command.

"Get out until I call for you both." Hickey walked over to the girl, pushing her seat back up.

The two men uttered in annoyance as they walked out of the small room, awaiting further orders.

Catherine was face to face with Hickey, "Is this an act, because I am not falling for it."

"I am giving you a moment to breathe." Thomas reached for his coat to pull out a flask. "Open your mouth."

"How do I know that is not poison?" Catherine furrowed her eyebrows at the Irish man.

Hickey shrugged, he took a swig from it. "See? Go ahead girl, take a sip."

He pressed the flash to her lips letting her take a sip. Whiskey poured down her throat, causing more of a burn. She coughed after he put the cap back on the flask.

"Water would have been better." The burn of whiskey slid down her throat. She didn't care much for the strong drink.

Hickey laughed, "I don't 'ave any, girly. Though, this will help ya relax. You seem to single handily to bring Charlie's wrath down up ya."

Catherine fought a sob from her chest, not from fear, but of relief. "He hired men to beat and rape me." She tried her damn best to hold herself together. Catherine snorted she closed her eyes to breath. "I really want to hate you right now, but you have my thanks"

Thomas shared a look of disgust. "I know." He wiped his nose as he stood back up straight.

Catherine stared into his eyes with a plea. "Can you untie me please?"

Hickey shook his head in an uncaring manner. "Look, I can't. You have to tell us what you know." Thomas did care about what happened to the younger Cormac. He would have to speak up loud enough to throw the other two men away from the girl.

Catherine glared. "Or you don't get paid." He wasn't her savor that she thought, but he was a Templar nonetheless.

He clicked his tongue at her. "You are right kiddo unless you can offer me something better." Hickey shook his head.

Catherine fought to gain freedom from her bonds. "So I am just going to sit here until Lee gets back." She shouted at him.

"Right again, I don't know what is with the others calling you stupid. You are actually a very smart kid. Don't worry, we will keep this bag over ur' head so that Charlie thinks we gave you a hard beatin'. " Hickey didn't let her speak another word before Catherine's world vanish into the sack. "You should cheer up. Your mother is alive."

The teenager listened to Hickey's footsteps as he left the room. She heard a click to the smaller room where they kept her. She waited to hear for any more signs of movement. Maybe for the men to come back in? Though after what felt like an entreaty, no one entered. It seemed Thomas did not allow the men to enter the room alone with her.

She could hear them talking about her in a vile way, but she tried to not let it get to her.

Azura knew that Catherine wasn't her kin in any way, she couldn't help but worry about the young woman. She prayed that she see that curly haired teenager unharmed. She pushed the dark blue drapes aside to watch the cobbled streets. It was near sunset, she wasn't sure how late Connor and Shay were going to be.

She caught sight of a recognizable gentleman coming to the tavern. Azura scoffed, but with a smile at the sight of her childhood friend and lover.

"Thomas, what are you doing here? I thought you would have spent the day off in some brothel with whores."

Hickey's face was sour as he pushed his way in past Azura. She felt concerned when he went to the bar to grab a drink from behind the counter. He poured himself a glass of rum on sorrow.

Azura never saw Hickey look so disturbed. "Thomas are you alright?"

She watched him throw his head back to take the shot whole. "No, love. Where is Shay?" He gritted his teeth.

"He is out, something had required his attention." Azura placed her hands on the hips. She didn't want to tell the tale of Shay working with an Assassin quiet yet.

"Is he looking for Catherine?" Hickey didn't look up from his glass. It was a cut cold question. "Because he needs to get the warehouse district."

Azura's breath hitched. "What is going on Thomas?" She demanded as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Lee is questioning Catherine but is more of a rough beating. It's disgusting... I don't want to be here when Shay finds out. I had to keep a cover to protect the poor girl." Hickey said as he poured himself another drink.

Azura eyes widen, "Charles, he's got, Catherine?"

"Aye, we got to find Shay."

"No, you need to find Charles to distract him from going back to the warehouse. I will get the poor girl to bring her back here now. Hopefully, I will talk Catherine down form talking to her father about this. We don't need to explain to Haytham why Shay killed Charles."

Azura could see things get very ugly between Shay Cormac and Charles Lee. "You'd be the right person to go." Hickey looked at the older woman for the first time. "I left her there after she begged me to let her go."

She hit Hickey on the back of the head, "Idēət!" She cursed at him in her native tongue. It was one of those rare moments when she brought out her homeland's language. "Where is the warehouse?"

"The far south side, about an hour away." Hickey told her the directions, "Can't-miss it. It has faded red paint."

Azura adjusted her coat but before she left. Hickey reached over to grab her wrist gently. "Be careful, keep her at a distance. Catherine is still dangerous."

"How much damage can that girl do?" She smiled as her eyes mirrored into his blue ones. The Persian woman leaned in and pressed her lips gently against the Irish man. She could taste the rum on his lips. Most women scrunched at disgust at the taste or smell, but it was one of many acquired taste she had for Hickey.

Her feelings for the man were sincere and pure. Did she hold a jealous flame towards the women he hung himself around? Yes, but he was the type to not be tied down. Azura made jokes about his many suitors, but they never captured Hickey's heart as she did. A woman came and left, but she always stayed.

Hickey stood in silence as he watched the Azura left without another word.

Catherine heard the murmur of the two mercenaries outside her door. The teenager knew they were discussing her, they held a prerogative over her. She did not know where they stood adjacent to her room.

Couldn't make out the words they were saying, she decided that she had enough. She needed a cover to escape. Dorian and Achilles only did so much to prepare her for fieldwork. This wasn't one of them. Countless hours of training and swordplay did not prepare her to be captured by the enemy.

Catherine would have to use her intuition to find her freedom.

First, she needed to wrench the bag away from her face. Hickey had plopped the tar-lap sack back over. It didn't take much effort to shake it off her face.

Now that she had her sight back, she could grind and fight her way out of her bind. Glancing around her prison, it was nothing more than a storage room. Against the wall to her dominant side, she saw a glint of metal on top of a wooden crate. Springing into action, the young woman used the balls of her feet to push herself in the direction of the object.

She stopped ever so often to listen if the men picked up on the scarping of the wood. She felt worried that noise would attract the men. No one was coming to investigate the sound.

Catherine picked up the pace to get to her destination. She needed to reach for the object. The teenager knew that she would have thrown herself over to reach the object.

To her luck, it was a knife, possibly left behind by one of her guards. Reaching the edge of the create. She took a deep breath to prepare for her maneuver. Using her weight with a great amount of force she knocked over the knife causing her to tumble to the floorboards. She embraced herself encase for the guards to come to check on her. She heard no such footsteps. Luck compelled the young woman, the knife was in finger length from her. The arm of the chair had broken allowing her to arm to move freely.

Sawing the knife through the rope with her opposite wrist. Taking no time to stand up on her own.

Catherine bent over groaning in her soreness and discomfort. She rolled up the sides of her shirt to view her bruises. She was sure that the men downstairs didn't break any of her bones. Lee is managed to get in a few punches to her face. She knew she looked worse in the face, possibly a broken nose. Touching the tip, she pushed it back into place causing her to hiss. Tears stung her eyes from the sharp agony.

She would have given anything to be back in her bed right now.

Catherine picked up the knife to arm herself. The teenager knew to stick to the shadows until she had an opening to attack

Footsteps spook the teenager, she could hear a third voice talking to the guards. She slammed her body to hide behind the door with her knife in the hand. Ready for anyone to come through the door. The doorknob turned the door pushed open.

Azura waltzed into the room with an annoyed look on her face. "Where is she?"

"She was here an hour ago the last we check." One of the mercenaries spoke in a shocking tone. he was not going to get paid tonight. "We were waiting for Lee, or Hickey to get back."

Both of the men entered far into the room, hearing one of the men talked sickened her stomach.

In a war cry, she jumped out from her shadow and stabbed the first mercenary in the neck. The man didn't get a chance to fight back, only to fall to his death. Catherine did not show hesitation before she attacked the other man. He was able to fight back after losing the element of surprise.

In the end, the younger Cormac overpowered the second man, leaving Azura alive.

"Catherine, thank god you're alright!" She cried out as she stepped forward to avoid the dead bodies. She didn't bat an eye at the dead men, but only became warry for her own well being.

Catherine stepped away from the Persian hissing at her. "Stay away from me. How do I know your not one of them?!" She pointed the knife threateningly. "Did Hickey change his mind to have me killed?"

"He came to get me while he went to find distract Lee from coming back."

The teenager showed her teeth, "If he cared, he would have sprung me free!" She backed away from the room to run. Azura pursed the girl until they both came to the edge of the stairs. She pushed the younger girl against the wall to get her to talk.

"I am trying to help you!"

Catherine pushed with all her strength, "I don't want your help! I want nothing to do with the Templars!" A quick thrust freed herself from Azura's pleading grasp.

The woman stumbled over own feet and fell heavily. Catherine watched in horror as Azura rolled down the steps to the base of the floor. The Persian did not move from her spot when she hit the wooden floorboards.

Catherine froze in horror, she couldn't be dead. She darted down the stairs to help the other woman. Crouching in front of her, she rolled the dark hair woman on her back.

"Azura?" She asked in a panic as her hair fell in front of her face. Catherine placed her ear to her lips to listen for her breath.

Nothing.

"Azura? Come on you got to wake up." She shook the woman, but nothing could stir her awake.

She was dead.

The door of the warehouse swung open with two men walking in. She looked up to see it was no other than Charles Lee with Hickey following behind her.

Being covered in the blood of the mercenaries, Charles Lee drew his pistol at the girl. Thomas only starred in shock at the woman that laid dead before them.

"Zuzu?" Thomas called out to her, Catherine stood up holding her hands in defense, dropping the knife. She knew it looked like a mess, but what happened was an accident.

Catherine did not mean for the death or the woman who was only trying to help her.

"It was an accident! She tripped-" Catherine tried to explain herself as Thomas Hickey walked over to the dead body. He was in shock, but Charles stopped him in his tracks.

"What did I tell you, Thomas, she is just like the rest of them. The irony that the newest and the last Assassin is an ignorant child of an Assassin hunter."

Catherine backed away, trying to find a way around the Templar without getting shot. "You're just going to kill me where I stand."

Charles eyed her for a second before lowering his weapon. "No, you will die in a tragic accident. You were meeting two men that were part of the European Brotherhood, Azura tried to stop you, but you killed her. In the struggle of the chaos, you knocked over a lamp."

The plan Charles laid out for her was calculating and cruel. It was an intelligent plan that would cover up her death. Any loose ends that pointed out what happened in the warehouse would vanish.

Charles Lee kicked over the wooden box with an oil lamp sitting upon it.

The floorboards engulfed in a roaring fire, cutting Catherine off from the only exit of the building. Catherine watched as Thomas leaned over to scoop Azura into his arms like a bride. She realized what Azura was too Thomas. It made her feel even more wreck of guilt. She could see hatred in his eyes as the fire mirror in them.

He felt no pity towards her like he did earlier. Who would blame him though? She threw his olive branch to the ground and stomped on it. Though, it was an accident.

"I am sure your funeral will be sad. Don't worry, I will have your mother join you soon as well. Your father will never know."

Catherine glared as she backed away from the fire, she stayed deadly quiet as Charles turn his back to her. He shut the door, locking her inside the burning warehouse.

The lock of the warehouse door echoed through the burning building. Catherine used her shirt as a face guard to protect her from the fire. Catherine screamed out at lee

"I will kill you! I swear I will!" She flung her coat off from her back and slammed it down onto the fire.

She couldn't put out the fire with the old coat, it laid victim to the fire as well. Her only chance was to go up. Catherine threw the coat to the flames, the fire ate away at the fabric. Catherine scrambled up the stairs looking for an alternative exit. She could hear bangs against the outside of the wall, watching as the walls engulfed in flames.

The windows were her last chance at escaping the death trap alive. She wasn't going to die in this death trap without a fighting chance.

The warehouse windows were high up against the wall. Her only chance for escape would be to climb up on the high beams above her. The problem was her injuries stopping her by having her to take a rest on the stair railing. The fire had swallowed the ground floor of the building. The fire was clicking her heels.

Pushing herself off the railing, Catherine ran up the rest of the way to the steps. The smoke burned her lungs, her shirt could only mask out so much smoke. She ran towards a ladder to the second floor that would give her easier leverage to escape her fate. The higher she went the lighter the smoke was. Though, she feared she would suffer from smoke inflation. That would kill her before the fire would.

Catherine pulled herself onto the indoor balcony. Her goal was the small window across from her. Taking a few steps back, she ran and lept to grab onto the first beam. She remembered her training from Connor in the treetops back at the homestead. His words echoed in her mind, telling her to watch her balance. Step after step, leap after leap. She made it to the final leap to the window, though she saw her error. There was no platform that would ease her escape. Her fingers tips grabbed hold onto the window ceil allowing her no way to break it.

Catherine had to try though.

Balling her hand into a fist while using one hand to keep her up, she banged on the glass. She pulled herself up further onto the ceil, using her elbow to balance herself. She didn't have much room to work with as she continued to work at the window with her balled up fist.

Sweat poured down from her brow.

Her raw strength wasn't going to break through the thick glass. It felt helpless for Catherine. The fire licked the walls as it slowly ascended towards the young Cormac.

This was the end for her, wasn't it? She was going to die alone in this warehouse fire. No friends would come to her aid, her father would forever think she run away from home. Her mother would forever be waiting for her to find her.

Catherine called herself stupid for getting ahead of herself, acting before thinking. Achilles was trying to protect the young Irish girl. Dorian gave her the skills and necessary knowledge to put her plan into action. Did they foresee her failing at the task she assigned herself? She felt herself slipping from the ledged and wonder if she should just let go. Closing her eyes, she made her mind.

Being a widower and a father of a teenage daughter, it took a toll on Shay Cormac. Fear struck him to the core when he saw the blazes of the fires from the rooftops of Boston. His initial instinct was to head to the flames. His late wife's words flowed into his mind that told him to keep calm until there was a reason to worry. The older Cormac wanted to check in on Azura for any word on Catherine.

He stood outside the Snowdrop tavern before pushing his way inside. There were signs of life inside the tavern.

Shay called for someone to answer. "Catherine? Azura?"

Instead, he saw Thomas Hickey sitting at the bar with a face red and puffy like he had been crying. "Thomas? Where is Azura?"

"Dead,"

Shay had not been expecting such news as he approached his fellow Irish Man. Hickey turned his back to Shay in a stiff manner, "You should' talk to Lee, he is upstairs...he has news for you. I gotta oversee Azura."

Shay understood the coldness that Hickey gave to him. "We will talk later...What is Charles doing here?"

"He's got news on your little girl."

Shay's eyes widen before he bolted upstairs to visit the man that invaded his home. He slammed open the door to the upstairs living quarters. Charles was sitting in the armchair that Shay had always sat in. He seemed to have made himself comfortable by pouring a drink.

"What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay away from my daughter."

Charles put his drink down before standing up. "I didn't, but you may want to take a seat."

"I rather stand,"

"So be it." Charles took a deep breath in, "Your daughter murdered Azura."

Shay was rooted in his place in pure shock. He knew that Catherine held a disdain towards Azura for lying and being a spy for Haytham. He couldn't imagine her lashing out on the woman.

"Azura found a message in Catherine's room late in the afternoon. A couple of Assassins from Europe were trying to recruit her. It seemed that she been off with them making plans on leaving town. Azura went to find you but found Thomas and I instead. She recruited us to stop her."

Shay became agitated by pacing, "where is my daughter?" He snapped.

Charles took a deep, trying to place his best sorrow act. He didn't buy his pitiful look. "She's dead. She got herself trapped inside a warehouse that caught on fire."

Shay's world shattered in an instant when those words left Lee's lips. He didn't react to the man, he only stood still. Imagines of Catherine rush through his mind as he thought about her. He missed her whole life. He missed her growing up.

She was gone.

Rose was gone.

His whole family was gone.

Charles didn't say another word, he only smirked under his mustache as he left the man alone. Thinking he had the upper hand.

Shay Cormac cried for his daughter.