Brian was glad Jess had gone to take care of Fi. Fi seemed to be making a friend in Jess, and he thought it was good for her to be with another woman. He had to coax Khaat a bit because she just truly had no appetite. He'd been through it before with her. She'd been too weak for too long. But she did try, and he felt like she was doing it for his benefit. He was actually very pleased with what she did eat. It wasn't going to look, to those who perhaps didn't know her, like she had eaten much, but he knew she had done amazingly well. He set the tray aside when her eyes started to flutter shut.
"Don't go far, will you?" she managed, barely awake.
"No. I won't," he told her. He flicked his fingers at the tray to send it downstairs and as he did, he saw Kate heading back downstairs. He knew shed been at her pensieve. He went in and waved his wand around it the way he'd seen her do hundreds of times. In a fraction of a second, he was ripped back into the darkness of last night. The men who had stalked the house. He'd seen them in the Paris carnivals where the worst of the trafficking kidnappings happened. He saw them burst into the house. he saw the murders for himself. It brought forth rage in him like he'd never known. He picked up his coat and apparated out.
One hour later, he walked back in the door, a huge bleeding wound that went up his neck and across his cheek, almost up into his temple. But the deed was done. They were dead. And he was pleased.