Something pricked in my mind that told me Xanthia had received my message. It was a weird, uneasy feeling felt like somebody was tattooing the inside of my head. It was a gross, uncomfortable feeling, like four migraines and a hangover rolled into one disturbing package, but it was nothing compared to the feeling I was subjected to when Xanthia tried to send a message back.
It began with words flooding into my mind that I knew shouldn’t be there, but I could do nothing to keep them out. It was almost as if somebody were physically shoving maggots into my brain and ordering them to attack my language centre. Except the maggots weren’t maggots, they were words.
When the maggot words had successfully infiltrated my mind, they started gnawing at every corner of my brain, sending shocks throu
