POV (OLIVER)
What was happening to me? It felt as if my subconscious was being invaded, and no thought was safe from his prying judgmental eyes. Those damn eyes that kept glared at me with such disgust and annoyance that I was having a hard collecting my thoughts. Why was he so angry? And why had he chosen now to speak up, when he had remained silent my entire life? What did they do to cause this beast to finally wake up, and how the hell was I going to live with him prowling around in my mind for the rest of my life? This was horrible, how did anyone coexist with these things?
"Oh dear, someone is not in a good mood. Honestly, Fahim, are you that angry to be woken up?" Morgana said, sarcastically, as she reached out for me, instantly causing my body to jolt away, as if an invisible han
