Lincoln
"You disgust me. Hiding in your room every day and whipping yourself just to keep us away? Aren't you ashamed?" Kael's voice spat in my mind.
"Let Kael run free," Rael chimed in, sounding hungry. "So what if he kills a family? Once he gets it out of his system, he'll sit still for a few days and you'll finally have peace."
"Don't listen to them, Lincoln. If you let Kael take control, Rael will want to switch places. Before you know it, months will pass before you wake up again." Soren's tired voice was lower.
"Oh, shut up, you old bastard! Unlike you, Lincoln is young. He shouldn't spend his days locked in a room with a whip over his back," Kael snapped at Soren.
"You better keep hiding, Soren. When I get my hands on you, I will tear you limb from limb," Kael's voice spat in my mind.
Creak…
The three voices barking in my head stopped instantly as the door to my room creaked, slowly being pushed open.
