“I imagine I’m one of Ezio’s newest recruits. I think he’ll never see me as anything more than a fellow Assassin… Then a solo mission goes foul, and I make my battered, aching way back to Tiber Island, where he greets me with loving concern and picks me up gently after I collapse on the floor. There’s a hot bath waiting when he’s carried me to his quarters, and he cleans me up and tends to my hurts, then after massaging the last of the aches from my muscles, we make slow, gentle love in his bed”.
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