My thoughts swirled in a tornado. I pressed my palm over my forehead. Elizabeth touched my arm. Immediately, I pulled myself away from her. I just can't let her do this. She'll drain. The door ping opened of the elevator. I stormed in. "Let me help you," Elizabeth said, walking in. Silver held me by my shoulder to balance me. "No, I'll be fine, just a little sleep that's all I need," I said, closing my eyes, supporting my body with the wall of the elevator, waiting for it to reach our floor. "Sure?" Silver asked. I nodded. Sometimes, I felt strange as another sound in my head, telling me constantly things I didn't know, that part loved Dastien. It dinged open. I shuffled out toward my door.
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