Argent
I reread Penelope’s texts, my heart aching as I sort through her replies. Her sadness resonates over every word. She didn’t deserve to be treated the way I treated her. She should have been with someone who would hold her in the morning and tell her how amazing she was. I should have stayed. I wanted to stay. I guess I am the coward she labeled me.
She doesn’t know it, but I’m the one who bought her painting. I emailed the artist and paid him an extraordinary amount of money for it. I didn’t want him to know who I was, so I had a private company take care of the process. The painting is now hanging in my weapon’s room where no one but I can see it.
Right now, I’m in the Confradia plane heading towards Manaus along with several other Confradia members and Assassins. The plane’s
