I nodded. "Of course."

She patted the table room next to her. I sat obediently. "What is it, Brianna?"

She choked back tears. "Xana"

"What about him?"

"He's in my head. And I can't think straight."

I gulped. Our enemy was posessing Brianna. I faced her, holding her shoulders firmly. "Brianna, it's fine. It'll all be okay. Don't worry." I reassured her.

She nodded. "I sure hope so."

She wrapped me in a hug, and I turned red. "Thank you, Andrew." she whispered.