"I don't know exactly all the details, just that James came back and set an explosion spell," Robert said. "Brian told me that much."
"I talked to Enzo," Kate said. "He said 'things' fell on Khaat and the intruder hit Brian over the head and apparated out."
"Well, that makes sense with what little Brian said. How is the house?"
"The fire is out and the property is secured," Kate said, "The stone shell is still there but it will need extensive reconstruction."
"Angus," Robert ordered, "Get our crews on it--now. I want security tight. No one who isn't authorized gets anywhere near the villa or the land."
"I could get my grandfather to head that for us," Angus said.
"Do it," Robert ordered. "Khaat and Brian will have respiratory issues, some congestion, headache, possibly chest pain and some other body aches and pains, at the very least, for at least the next 24 to 48 hours. Brian would surely have died if Angus and Jack and Jess hadn't responded so quickly. Thank you. He'll be fine. And Khaat would have surely died in that fire if Jim and Jack hadn't responded to her so quickly. A job well done, All. I'm keeping Brian and Khaat here for the next couple of days until they recover. What a damninable ugly day its been for them and we barely made it to lunch time today.
"I want them to rest. They've been through enough," he continued. "And I will not traumatize my grandchildren with having them see their parents looking like death warmed over. Let the kids just think mommy and daddy are gone for a couple days. Now, the subject of Blood is another matter. From a personal leve, I want him dead. I am not going to officially authorize us actively hunting him. Not yet. If I do, he'll hide himself under the nearest rock. However--the next time he comes, you do what you need to do. I would not be disappointed to see him dead. However, I am not foolish enough to believe that eliminating Blood will stop the threats to my family. It might slow them down a bit, though."
"And in the meantime?" Angus asked gently.
"Take care of my family. My kids. My grandkids. My wife. Nothing is more important."
"My concern is for how Khaat and Brian are going to deal with all of this when they have a chance to catch up with it all," Kate said, leaning back on the kitchen counter and sipping her tea.
"And thats why I'd like them wrapped in a lot of people who love them," Robert said. "We should make an effort to not smother them--after all, this was supposed to have been a romantic weekend to let Khaat de-stress and get her mind off this plague. But that's been literally blown all to hell. When Brian has had a chance to put his brain cells back in order, I'll see what he wants to do. This surely would be more restful for Khaat if she weren't without her sight. That is understandably unnerving and frightening. I suggest for now that we do need to make sure they're okay. Oh, and would somebody wash that dog? He used to be white. He's not right now. And he smells like smoke."
"So do the rest of us that were at the fire," Kate shrugged.
"And the rest of us smell like fish," Angus said. "Kate, can I help you get food together?"
"No thank you," Kate said. "You need to talk to your grandfather. That's more important. Some of the rest of us can at least assemble sandwiches, I think."
"I would suggest you lot apparate out home and shower and get fresh clothes and come back," Robert said. "By then we'll have something put together for lunch. We all need to eat something."
In the bedroom, Khaat had a coughing spell and all she could taste was char and smoke. Brian knew she needed some water. Personally, he felt like he'd had enough water, but he knew that was salt water and that wasn't healthy. He accio'd a couple of glasses of water, and Kate saw the glasses float down from the cabinet, fill themselves with water and start to float off. She flicked her fingers to drop a few ice cubes into each glass from the freezer as the glasses floated in front of the fridge. When the glasses arrived, Brian put them both on his nightstand and fed her a few sips of water.
"You even thought of ice," Khaat said, feeling deeply relieved at even just a few sips of water.
"No I didnt, " he said. "Must have been somebody in the kitchen."
"Where are we again?" she frowned.
"Your room at the farmhouse. I understand why your dad chose it. It makes sense."
"This day sucks. We've never had a day this bad."
"Oh yes we have," he sighed, taking a sip of his own water. "Do you ache like I do?"
"Yep," she said. "And that sucks too. Do we have a house left?"
"No clue. I dont' care. I thought you were dead. There are more houses."
"I thought we were both dead," she yawned. He brushed her hair softly.
"We'll be okay," he reassured her softly. He kissed her sooty cheek. "Its okay to sleep. I'm not leaving--I swear." She heard nothing more, her exhaustion forcing her into a deep sleep. He took her hand in his and slipped off into a light doze himself.