Using the railing for support, I started rolling my hips seductively and swaying to the music. I was standing directly opposite the booth that Ezio was in but I still couldn’t hear anything over the music. I backed up towards the door so that my ear was close to the gap. I could hear a few words through the beat but not a lot. I heard the odd words from the men inside which consisted of; escaped, traitor, kill and revenge. It wasn’t much to go on but if I guessed then he was talking about me and Samuel. I had to figure out a way to get inside without being recognised. It was so frustrating that my face was so recognisable to Ezio. One of the bartenders walked over with black netting across her face, as if she was going to a funeral. She had on a white blouse, black court heels and a shor

