C22 A new life in Russia

Elizabeth stood in front of the mirror, her eyes—no, not her eyes anymore—stared back at her. They were now a cold, icy blue, a far cry from the deep brown she once knew.

MmmmHer hair, which had been a rich, dark color, was now bleached to a stark, unnatural white. She barely recognized herself, and maybe that was the point. The girl she had been was gone, erased by the man in the mask