Then work with me, not against me, Brianna countered. Do you think I don't care about you? God, Aunt Hazel, you're my own blood! And if you have been watching us, you know how much Mark and I care for each other. We are in love. It was only a matter of time before I decided to give myself to him. I chose tonight. If you hadn't blighted the mood, we'd probably be in his bed right now.
She took a deep breath, ignoring Mark's frantic dithering. If this is what you need to move on, I will help. But you are going to be a passenger in this body. Not its operator.
Hazel wept. It was more than a little scary to hear her sobs of joy in her own mind, knowing they came from a woman who had died in a previous century.
She shook her head, coming back to herself. “Mark,” she said softly, then again,
