Assassin's Creed Unity- Savior

Chapter 4

Several weeks have passed since Arno made me the offer to join the Assassins as a spy, and already, I've been told that I've made progress. From the safety of the bookstore, I've kept record of assassinations, targets, and revenue made by the cafe. It's a lot of work, but nothing I can't handle. Plus, it pays the bills.

About every week, money is sent my way for my work, and I'm very thankful for it.

But this day is different. A young woman, probably not much older than myself, strolls inside the bookstore. Her fiery red hair stands out, the shock of color in the neutral room. When she looks at me, I'm instantly jealous; she's gorgeous, and I will never be as attractive as her.

"Sophie, is it?" She begins, eyeing me up. My eyes scan her, noting the Templar crosses on her clothing. I'll write this down in my logbook of targets for later.

"How do you know my name?" I ask.

"It doesn't matter. But what does matter is this; you were brought into this war, and you should leave. If you don't, you'll be a casualty," she replies.

"I chose to do this. I'm not backing out," I reply. Her eyes narrow at me.

"Let the Assassins have another casualty then." She leaves the bookstore, and I pause. A Templar, who knows my name, and where I work.

Instantly, I drop everything, running outside and locking the bookstore behind me. M. Armistead is away, visiting his daughter in the countryside, so I've been in charge of the shop in his absence.

I rush to the cafe, pushing past patrons to get to Arno. Despite the protests of the maids, I make my way up to the restricted parts of the cafe, where none but Assassins should go. They don't know that I'm working with the Assassins.

When I find him, he is up in his room. "Arno?" I ask, opening the door.

"Sophie!" He yells, turning to glare at me from his bathtub.

"I'm sorry! It's an emergency!"

"Give me a minute, shut the door," he answers, and I obey. After some time, Arno emerges, dressed in a simple shirt, pants, and boots. "What happened?"

"A Templar came to the shop! She knows who I am, where I work! She probably knows where I live!" I answer.

"She? Did this woman have red hair?" He asks, and I nod. "Elise," he mumbles, crossing his arms. "Sophie, go home for the day. Relax."

"But-"

"It would be better for you," Arno interrupts. He moves past me, and I wait for him to go. After a few minutes, I sneak behind him, literally tiptoeing through the halls, and hiding, peeking out at Arno from behind the wall.

There he is conversing with Elise, but I don't hear a word he says. They kiss briefly, and she leaves. But nothing can explain the sinking feeling in my stomach from watching their display of affection.

I'm jealous of Elise.