Kate's grandkids didn't know one meat from another, and they'd been taught, even at their young age, to eat most vegetables and fruits. They weren't picky. They were happy to see the neverending Christmas decorations around them, and they welcomed all the attention they got from the adoring staff.
Kate thought the lamb was done to perfection, and she thought of how much Robert and Michael would love it. She tried to not worry for them.
In Paris, Michael reported in. He was tired. It had been an ordeal. He went into Robert's office and made himself at home. He poured himself a brandy and lit a cigarette and sat down tiredly.
"Well?" Robert asked, waiting patiently.
"I don't think we need to continue to raise the alarms quite like we did," he said.
"Do you know who it is?"
"I know who my sources believe it is," Michael said. "I dont' know that we'll know more until they actually make a move. If my sources are right, you have enough protection to take care of this, if you use it well. But your crew deserves to know--immediately. I sent an owl to Brian already."
"Then we need to go to Colorado," Robert said.
"Can I finish my port first?" Michael yawned, his stomach growling.
"If you hurry it up," Robert said. He waited for Michael to finish his port. Then they both put on heavy winter coats and ported to the foyer of the estate in Colorado. The staff hurried to them and took their coats and said they were in time for dinner. They rushed to set places for Robert and Michael while they were getting their coats off. Kate was deeply relieved when she heard they had arrived.
Brian had received Michael's owl, and he was ticked now. He wanted to send Khaat to Colorado and go hunting. But he didn't. Instead, he went to the kitchen to add a bit more liquid to Michael's roasting pan. It would be done in perhaps another 30 minutes. Khaat got up and went out to the balcony. She watched the people moving about in the evening streetlights. Venice was truly beautiful. She didn't understand it, but she didn't want to take a breath without Brian.
As she watched the people walking down the canal, she started to suddenly feel sharp panic, and she didn't know why. She was watching two couples walking down the canal, and looking like they were in love, an otherwise beautiful sight, but for some reason, she wanted to run. She didn't know where she was going, but she wanted to run away. She headed in from the balcony in towards the door and immediately fell, not ready for even attempting to run. Brian shoved the roasting pan back in the oven and ran to her. She was laying on the floor, clutching the sides of her head, suddenly feeling sharp pain.
"Calm down," Brian said softly, his hands on her head. "I've got you. You just did too much. What happened? What frightened you? You can tell me anything." Her hands shook as she tried to sign to him that she didn't know, that she had been merely watching the people walking down the canal. He left her and went out to the balcony and saw nothing in particular. But clearly, something had alerted her. He went back in, secured the balcony doors and drew protection spells around the hotel suite. Then he went back to her. He drew off her pain and helped her to the sofa. "Better?" he asked. She nodded.
"Are we in trouble?" she asked.
"We're usually in some sort of trouble," he laughed. "If its anything to worry about, I'll let you know...."
"Shouldn't we run?" she signed.
"Sometimes," he said very softly, "there's nowhere to run. Sometimes, the best you can do is to stay right where you are until you know what you're up against. I am not going to let anyone hurt you. I swear. Now--how about dinner? Its ready, and I could hear your stomach rumbling. I'm hungry too."