<span style="font-style: italic">Shadow</span>. The name pinged around her mind a few times. Shadow was too long to be Elle, to mysterious to be sister. The name of a thing was it's power, and here her name was safely tucked away. Shadow. Not Elle, not sister, not twin. Just Shadow.<br/><br/>She breathed out, a ragged breath that felt like lead leaving her lungs, and let him play with her hair. Every nerve was standing on end so that his touch felt like electricity, sending shocks of awareness throughout her body. Her chest hurt from her awkward breaths, a dull reverberation of old wounds.<br/><br/>Lee's essence thrusting in her chest, past bone, to her heart, finding flesh and tearing. He took pieces of her with him as he left her broken and drained on the floor, less a person and more a spent battery.<br/><br/>Elle shuddered violently and shut her eyes, her entire body tense. "I do not drink," she managed, trying to maintain her composure despite her limbs, which trembled. She did not often see Lee's face so clearly or feel the echos his consuming, violent touch. It was hard to reconcile the gentle advances with her searing memories.