(Owen POV)
"Owen?!"
"Owen! Owen, wake up!"
"Owen!" A voice echoed around me.
It was coming from my father's mouth. But it was Evan's sound.
"Owen wake up!" he shouted again as my eyes snapped open.
I looked up to find Evan looking at me with worry.
"Owen. Are you alright" he asked as I sat up.
I clenched one hand on my shirt while the other covered my head.
I was sweating and it was difficult to breathe.
"Owen. Are you alright" Evan asked as I nodded even though I was crying and shivering.
"What did I just dream?" I whispered to myself.
"What is going on here? The meeting is already late." Damien's voice rang through the room but I didn’t look up.
Guilt filled me at what I did in my dream.
"Something is wrong with Owen" Evan said, his voice filled with worry.
"Go and manage
