Emily fought Solvei just as valiantly as if one of her oldest friends were some demon from hell. And just like in hell, Emily was losing the battle.
"Please, just let go." She whispered but Sol held onto her tightly, telling her that she wouldn't let her self-destruct. Finally, Emily relaxed, went limp in Solvei's arms. There was no use in fighting it. She let out a deep breath, trying to remind herself that Solvei was strong. But Dean had been strong too and he couldn't save her from the demons. He couldn't even save himself.
"I really would feel better if we could retape the windows." Emily protested, sitting up slightly but Solvei only shook her head at her friends. Emily bit down on her bottom lip and stared over at the television screen for a minute. There was no picture, just the reflection of her and Solvei.