I was trapped. An onlooker in my own body. She was in control. She was ALWAYS in control. She used me like her personal puppet. I was forced to watch as she wreaked havoc on anything and anyone who crossed her path. My name is Bryna, and for the last year and half, I've shared my body with a demon named Braccus. I used to be seen as a timid, sweet girl who people could not help but want to protect and adore. When those same people saw me now, they cringed and silently prayed that they would not catch my eye. They feared me. They had every right to cower from me. I was evil. I terrorized people and loved every moment of it. Every now and again Braccus would get bored. When she did, she would allow me to take over. She would lay dormant for weeks. I used to think that I was free, that she was gone for good. Just as I would settle into a new routine, in a new place, she would make an entrance and destroy everything. She delighted in breaking me piece by piece. She was winning but taking her time sweet time doing it. It was during Braccus' latest hiatus that I fell into his lap. Literally. I was speed walking in the rain on my way home when someone leaped from their car and raced toward the shop I was passing. He plowed into me, knocking me into a wall of a man behind me, sending us both to the pavement. Before I could process my position, big hands were placed on either side of my face. He turned my face to look me in the eye. My heart stopped. He was stunning. "Are you all right beautiful?"