The world tilted violently, as if the ground beneath her had moved again and was ready to swallow her whole. She ignored the pain in her limbs, her focus narrowing down to the fractured silver lying in the dirt. The mask of the Khan was gone.
Her vision blurred as her mind struggled to make sense of what her eyes were seeing. In the dim, moonlit light of the canyon, the truth was laid bare. There was the familiar slope of his nose. The gentle curve of his lips. The eyes, even though they were closed, still had those long, dark lashes she remembered so well.
"No…" she whispered, her voice shaking. "That's not… it can't be."
