"Italian," Robert corrected Jack. Then, he looked at James, "As a matter of fact, Jack, yes there is something I'd like to say. " He walked up to James and thrust his wand hard into James' throat, hard enough to make James cough and gasp for air. Edward just watched. Edward could see, in Robert's eyes, that Robert was about to 'forget' that he believed in the common good.
"You have no idea," Robert hissed in James's face, "how very evil I can be. If you have harmed one hair on her head, I won't kill you. But you will most certainly wish I had. In fact, I will make it my business that you stay very much alive and completely at my mercy until you bore the hell out of me...." James made a move to try to grab Robert around his throat and Robert responded by a massive, nonverbal cruciatus curse.
James fell to the stone floor in the tomb, screaming in agony. Robert knew that James had severely miscalculated how much power an angry father could muster.
"I did warn you," Robert replied coldly. Edward didn't move, fully believing that James had had this coming to him for a very long time.
Brian apparated back to the villa and laid Khaat on the sofa. There was blood all over her face. The green necklace around her neck had still not settled. Not completely. He wrapped his own hand around the stone and tried to concentrate on how very much he loved Khaat, and how safe they were now here at home, hoping somehow the stone would stop. The screeching stopped and the light grew dim. The heat stopped.
He was about to check her when she began to come around. She opened her eyes and panicked, starting to fight immediately. He caught her wrists and tried to reassure her. And in the process, he heard her panicking.
"I can't see! I can't see!" she was saying.
"Shh," he soothed, wishing he had more help at the moment. "Shh. I'm right here. You're safe. We'll fix it. It'll be alright--I promise."