Kylie's pov
"Elijah!" I cried as I knelt before him. I couldn't even understand what was going on. Had Damien been able to reach him too?
"Kylie?" he whispered weakly, his hand stretched out to me.
"I'm here. I'm here." I cried as I reached for his hand, "Tell me where it hurts.
"Just can't seem… to keep myself up," he said with a lot of effort.
I sighed. Does it hurt, though? I could try to take the pain away."
He shook his head, "A moment. I just need a moment," but he was breaking out into a sweat. I drew closer and placed my hand on his temple. I feared that Damien was the one doing this, and had to find a way to get him out of Elijah's mind.
I didn’t go far into his subconscious. I found him, just beneath the surface. We were in his living room, the curtains were drawn, and he
