She was still talking even though he couldn't hear her over the whispering in his head. Assaulting the guests again. And she'd driven off Dan's father, the winter caretaker, so now he would have to take Jack's place. Step into his father's shoes, so to speak, an-
"I am not my father," he said, his words cracked and inaudible over everything else that was going on, his throat still hurting very badly. But he thought it as well. Blood dripped from his nose and his forehead, and when he coughed, he could taste it at the back of his mouth. He ignored it, though. This Nordic cunt with her fancy Latin words and her too-sharp daggers and teeth, fucking everything up, and she needed to take her medicine, didn't she? His father had had the right idea before she'd shown up and Dan had learned from his father, learned his lessons very well, hadn't h-
(i am NOT my father!)
She needed to be punished, she needed to take her goddamn med-
(get the FUCK out of my head i am NOT my father!)
The staff clattered to the ground and Dan followed after, landing on his knees with a thud as his nose started bleeding yet again. He ducked his head and buried his face in his hands.