When Isabelle saw the one who threw the darts, she froze.
The man had a lean build, sharp features, and a cold expression that never seemed to smile. He always wore black looking remarkably like Jacques, but he wasn’t him
Isabelle could hardly believe it. She muttered, “Storm Shadow...”
This was a face she could never mistake.
Moon Shadow was equally shocked when she saw Storm Shadow. He had been sure that Storm Shadow was dead.
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