TWENTY SEVEN

                   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.