Robert put on his jacket and joined Edward, as did Michael. Edward apparated them all out.
The next Robert knew, he was standing in Edward's compound in Tuscany. Robert and Michael both frowned. Then Michael look up to see Brian sitting on the far edge of Edward's compound wall, in the dark, by himself, staring out to the sea. He was chain smoking. Michael saw him light a second cigarette with the first one. Michael had seen Brian smoke but not chain smoking.
"What the hell's going on?" Michael asked quietly, frowning.
"He stayed because I promised him a bottle of firewhiskey and a carton of cigarettes," Edward said softly. "He brought Khaat to Tuscany, to the beach. They were sunbathing on the beach when they were invaded by those damned werewolves. The shock for a woman with no memory of the magical world was too much for her. It caused her so much stress that, with her head injury, it threw her into some convulsions. Angus's brothers were bringing them some lunch, at Brian's request and arrived to fend them off and to bring her and Brian straight to me. I stopped the convulsions at once. She's alright, and she's sleeping. She was terrified, understandably. But her young groom there has given up. He's thrown in the towel. He has plans to leave and disappear. The whiskey and cigarettes are a temporary bribe."
"I'll kill him myself," Robert snarled.
"He's wanting to go because he doesn't think he can do anything right to keep her safe. He doesn't feel good enough for her," Edward said. "Thats why you're here."
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