"Yes, I believe I would like it," Brian said, taking it upon himself to take it from Jess. He held it up to the light, and Khaat looked into it and shivered hard.
"Give it to me," she told him, reaching out and taking it. The minute she had the remembrall in her hand, it apparated her out.
"No!" Brian jolted to try to grab ahold of her but she was gone. "Damnit!" he was trying not to panic, but he had seen by the look in her eyes that she had not voluntarily apparated out.
Khaat found herself in utter darkness but she smelled dampness. And then she smelled death. She stood perfectly still for a long moment, and then her necklace began to glow green. She turned and saw, from the light of the stone around her neck, the distinctive figure of James Blood. She was standing in a mausoleum. In a tomb.
"What's the matter? Cant see, little mortal?" he sneered. "How sad for you."
Brian felt dead ended. There was no possible way for him to begin to trace her. No way to being to look for he and where the enchanted glass orb had taken her.
And then, he heard the crackle of porting. He spun around behind him. There on the sand were Edward Donohue--Angus's grandfather. And with him was Robert.
"What have you done?" Edward demanded.
"Done? What have I done?" Brian was livid. "Nothing! Where is my wife?"
"Someone has violated the protection line on my ancestor's tomb. And for some reason, I saw a flash of green light," Edward said.
"The remembrall was a trap," Brian said.
"Someone take the kids to someplace safe," Robert ordered. "The rest of you come with us. We're about to go toe to toe with a werewolf, I do believe."