A fight was already taking place. It was the one inside Carl's mind. He wanted to live, he wanted to be the winner. His demon would drive him on even knowing that his victory would mean its death. The demon only knew how to fight and kill no matter what the consequences. For a long time now, it had dictated to him. All those women asleep in their bedrooms had met it and died. Was it too late to take back some control?
He was ambivalent about Anthony, but he was still connected to Hannah. She had asked him to help her save their son. Part of him wanted to do that, but part of him did not think that he had the strength to master the beast. He looked at his father who would kill him and his son without blinking an eye.
This is the father that Carl had imagined so many times. So much charisma and strength emanated from him. Not the usual type of family reunion, it would become deadly before long. A glance at Anthony and Hannah, then he, too, growled.
