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.