VICTORIA'S POV

 

'Carla? Are you there? Got any suggestions on what should I do at this moment?' I whispered inside my mind, my body starting to tremble with the uncertainty of my future.

 

'You only remember me when you are in deep shit, don't you?' Carla said still sitting in the corner of that black room, which apparently was my mind. 

Dark and hollow.

 

I wanted to laugh at my own thoughts and throw some snarky remarks back at her since I wasn't the one who asked the god to curse me with this telepathy or this weird woman in my head, but I knew now was not the time...