Roksolana watched as the black man knocked the other guard out too, before carrying him back to the fire ground. As the black man bent over to drop the man on his shoulder, Roksolana gasped. It couldn't be. Her mind was playing a cruel game on her. Because a dead man couldn't be alive. She watched as the man turned to her and walked towards her dark side, stopping when he got to her. She couldn't see his face in the dark anymore, but she was no longer afraid of who it was. Perhaps, the pain ...