The fall was endless.
All of it ripped past us like a storm without a sky, with silver rivers twisting into black and black searing into fire. I heard a scream that burned my throat. In an attempt to grasp something solid, my shadows clawed upward, but Kalen's hold was the only thing holding me in place.
The impact forced the breath out of my lungs as we crashed into something that wasn't ground. When I opened my eyes, I was in what appeared to be like the inside of a wound, with ragged stone walls that were glistening with light and rivers of molten silver that resembled veins. Even the air pulsed.
And in the center stood the truth.
It wasn’t faceless now. It wore one. My face. Sharper, older, and engraved with silver flame. A crown of bone and shadow coiled above its head.
“You’
