The Pain in My Heart [Completed]

Chapter 6

I wake early the next morning preparing myself before knocking on the door that has enchanted me since I arrived. The knock sounds hollow as it always does, with its ancient wood and matte black hinges. It creaks open slowly just enough to see Crista's bright golden eyes.

"You really shouldn't be here," she mutters quickly closing the door. It stops, my foot already wedged between the doorframe. I hold back a squeal.

"Relax," I say. "I'm not here to bust anything out of you. I'm just here to invite you to breakfast."

"I've already eaten."

Her stomach growls and she quickly looks away. I drop my eyes into the I-know-your-lying-look.

She is silent for a few short moments before she closes the door. I huff in the pain at my pinched toes.

"Meet you in ten."

"Do you need to me to remedy something for your foot?" she asks dryly.

"No," I grumble taking a sip of tea.

"Then maybe you should fix you face. You look like you got run over by a car."

I can't help but have to hold back laughter. "Thank you," I say sarcastically.

She sits cross legged, lazily sipping her tea. She has tied her hair up today in a bun, her curls poofing above her head like a pom-pom.

"So..." I try. "How have you been?"

"Seriously," She sits her teacup down. "I'm not here for the mummbo-jummbo small talk. You want something. I know it. So just spill."

"I thought we were just having breakfast," I say lightly.

She smirks, rolling her eyes. "I must say, Zaria for someone who is the daughter of a mafia boss, you are a terrible liar. I don't know how you haven't gotten yourself killed."

"I've fooled you."

"Honey, no one fools me," she says picking her tea cup back up and sipping. "So, tell me. What is it you want?"

"What do you know about telepathy?"

"Going into the big leagues," she scoffs. "You could have at least waited until I had eaten one of the cucumber sandwiches. You should know by now I don't think well without food."

I usher one of the sandwiches to her and wait while she eats.

"Mh-mhm. Yeah, there's no way you made this Definitely the kitchen staff."

"Listen, Crista," I say flatly. "I am so glad that you seem to be on the mend, but can you please help me instead of just being insulting."

"I've said only fact. It's your fault it's insulting." She looks over at me clearly reading the impatience on my face. She brushes the crumbs of her fingertips and clears her throat. "But it seems my appetite has been satisfied. What can I do for you?"

"Telepathy. What do you know about it?"

She folds her hands on her lap, leaning back in her chair. "Plenty. What must you know?"

"How long can someone use telepathy?"

"Pfffhh..." she looks off in the distance, pondering. "It depends on the connection between minds. The stronger the connection, the clearer the voice. The weaker the connection, the harder it is to hear anything."

"Can you use telepathy on anyone?"

"Well... yes... Zaria, mind telling me what's going on?"

"And if you could be inside someone's mind forever... could that lead to possession?"