Edward's POV

The next day of school is very much like the last one. Leonardo and Malik both stay at the office while the rest of us endure the hell they call high school.

Desmond, Altaïr, Connor, Ezio and I walk towards the math classroom. We get inside and sit down.

Halfway through a boring lecture about the importance of fractions, Altaïr started getting fidgety.

"What's wrong with you?" I whisper.

"I used eagle vision and looked around the classroom. As it turns out, the teacher is a templar," he whispers back.

"How can you tell?"

"I just can!"

I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"We need to tell Desmond."

"Of course we need to tell Desmond!"

I look to where Desmond is sitting at the back of the classroom. Ezio and Connor are a bit in front of them.

"How do we tell them without being noticed?" I ask.

"I don't know," Altaïr replies.

"Edward and Altaïr, please stop talking," the teacher says. Altaïr and I both straighten up and sneak a nervous glance at each other.

We need to tell Desmond.

As we sit there, one thing can't stop nagging at my mind.

Does the teacher know we're assassins?