"The bottom line is, Kieran," Brian told him, "that I'm done. I'm done with you--for good. I will give you enough to pay for a middle class apartment, give you a start. You'll have enough for groceries and necessities for a couple of months, but in that time, you'd better figure out what you're good at and do it."
"I already know what I'm good at, Kid," Kieran laughed haughtily.
"Get a grip, Idiot!" Brian grabbed him by his t shirt and shook him--with one hand. Kieran looked at the immense strength Brian had and before Brian could speak Kieran laughed again.
"Little Brother has pecs! My, my, my! Did you do that for the tart?" he laughed.
"You are going to be tossed out! On your ass!" Brian said. "Get with reality here! This is the end of the gravy train. You aren't nearly as good with the tables and the ponies and the cards as you think you are. Thats why I'm having to keep you from being killed. And I can't imagine that the ladies were ever interested in you for more than MY money, anyway. You gave up your magical heritage. Muggles work, Kieran. They work hard. And that's all you are now. You're a squib. You're going to have to work, because after I get you set up, you're on your own. I'm not bailing you out again. And if you so much as even think about touching my wife or one of the women on my staff and you won't even get my help to get started. I'll drop you off out on a street someplace of my choosing and you'll have to see how well you do with that crowd. I guarantee you, I'll be burying you inside of about 24 hours, a week tops."
"You're not going to get rid of me. We're blood. And you need me. Who's going to take care of this little toy here of yours?"
"I have it covered."
"You really think you'd throw me out?"
"Oh, I, really, already have. I have an apartment in the works for you. As soon as you're detoxed, you're out of here. Forever. And trust me, you won't be able to find your way back. Not here anyway. Enjoy it, because your time here is very, very limited."
"Brian," Robert called gently, rising from his seat. He walked out the door of the bedroom. Brian followed into the hallway. "Let it go now, Lad. You've told him. All you're doing now is giving him the power and control when you become so angry with him. Don't let him bait you like that. You're better than that. Now--where's Khaat?"
"Still sleeping. I'm concerned about her, Robert. She had such a severe migraine she was sick."
"Could just be stress and fatigue. Would you like me to check on her?"
"Would you?"
"Certainly."
"Hey!" Kieran shouted.
"Stop shouting," Robert said, stepping back to the doorway, irked, "What do you want?"
"How does a person get coffee if they can't go out of their room?" he shouted even louder.
Robert knew Kieran didn't stand a ghost of a chance in holding down a cup of coffee yet. He conjured a cup of coffee and floated it over to him. "By all means," Robert said calmly. "Be my guest."
Khaat had been awakened by Kieran's bellowing. Her head seared and pounded, feeling like a knife was cutting through her skull.. She groaned and pulled the pillow over her head. She got up, put on her handpainted white silk robe and started to head for the door. She caught a glimpse in the mirror of how bad she looked took her wand and flicked it, casting a quick glamour spell, more to fix her messy hair than anything else, but the spell also did seem to put her makeup back on. She went down the hallway where she saw Brian and her father in with Kieran. She went in, surprised to see him awak.
"Well, well, I know you," Kieran said in a slithering tone. "You give amazing sponge baths." Kieran took what was about the third sip for him of the coffee and suddenly became sick without warning. Khaat automatically, ever a healer, moved to help him. The split second he was done being sick, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her hard down on the bed with him, wrapping an iron strong arm around her throat. "Now you listen to me," He hissed at Robert and Brian. "If you want little Khaaty here to live, you're going to give me exactly what I want, or I"m going to break her pretty neck. Are we very, very clear, Gentlemen?"
Robert and Brian stood, motionless.