Khaat was pleased when Angus called them to dinner that evening. She had been smelling something wonderful all day long, and sh ehad no idea what it was, but, for once, it made her hungry. She was surprised to find out he had made pot roast with roasted root vegetables and deep rich brown beef gravy. He'd put his own Italian spin on it, but she heard her stomach growl. That was odd, considering that the potion virtually killed almost any kind of appetite for any sort of food or drink.
When they went up to dinner, she was really surprised that she was as hungry as she was. Maybe the potion wasn't working. She was beginning to question it for the last couple of days. She had had to increase the dose twice in order to get her mind to numb as she needed to be in order to chase the horrible ugliness out of her mind. She didn't want to unlock that for anyone.
Brian had forced her to come here the first time Barker had taken her. Forced her to yield to him, to talk, to unleash the horrors she had trapped inside herself. It had been hideous. But he had been stronger than she ever knew he had within him. She didn't think he was strong enough to go through it again, and she didn't want to put him or anyone else through it.
Rob had warned her--again--that if she did this, it would eventually be fatal. He had been bitterly angry. He had taken the leather bag that held all the bottles of potion she had just stolen from him and had smashed them to bits in Knockturn Alley in his rage. He had leveled his anger at her, trying not to unleash it all, knowing that doing that would only make things worse. Even now, they still loved each other. Even now, she knew that he wasn't coping at all with the thought that she was capable of just giving up, of just willingly tossing it all in. Her being here was still important to him. ANd she realized it wasn't just because of Abbey.
"Hey," Brian nudged her. "Where are you?"
"Huh?" she looked at him blankly.
"First, are you going to stand and look at dinner or sit down and eat it? And second, what do you want to drink with dinner?"
"Oh, sorry. I had a lot on my mind. Um. Iced tea?" she asked, sitting.
"Fine. I'll get it. Be right back. It smells delicious, Angus," Brian said, heading for the kitchen.