She didn't have voices screaming in her head. But she felt the change in Dan the second it happened. Oh. Oh that was low. And his voice... Well that wasn't Dan at all. She could practically feel the blood in her spark. Of course it didn't really, but that was the strength of her anger.
She sank the dagger hilt deep into Derwent's back where his kidney would have been. She started uttering the smooth latin phrases that would end him, but stopped just shy of two words. "Now, do you think the manager will miss you? Do you? You had better give me back my friend or your going straight to the hell of the christians, where you will roast for all eternity. You don't know me Mister Derwent. But I've been fighting assholes like you and the manager for a very long time. I'll let you all burn before I let you have Danny."
Bryn looked over Derwent's shoulder as she spoke. "Fight them Dan. You don't want to stay here. There's nothing good for you here." She knew she could glamor him, but she didn't want to take that route. How would he trust her if she did?