When I woke up, before my brain could even start functioning, Eva's barrage of questions hit me like a missile.
I wasn't sure why she was suddenly so fixated on names, but aside from Mercy and Glenda, I couldn't recall the others she mentioned.
No, it wasn't because I was still half-asleep—I genuinely didn't know them.
Anyway, after hearing my answer, Eva's expression finally softened…
Seeing her angry face while she was in my body was honestly nerve-wracking. It felt like she was about to strangle me to death, and let me tell you, that wasn't a pleasant thought at all.
With that out of the way—or at least I hoped it was—it was time to focus on our real problem. How were we supposed to switch back to our original bodies?
Judging from how long I had been out, there was barely one galactic day left before the Grand Prix began.
