Madame-Mozby

Rondero Tarel My feet hit the cool stone floor. I couldn't take it anymore; I had to see Elizabeth. I had to. I knew that Burgess was enjoying sleep too much to notice I would be gone. Quietly, I slipped back into the other room. Elizabeth had been laying in the same position she had been before. As I stepped closer I could hear her sobbing gently. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump slightly. Her cloudy eyes searched frantically for a moment, eventually giving up when she couldn't see me. "Who?" she asked. Her voice was deeper and sharper than before, and it was obvious she was having a harder time with speech than