Khaat knew they would be watching even the slightest movement. She walked across the snowy yard into the woods and followed the bat as it flew deeper into the woods, finally out of sight of the house. She knew her guards would be unhappy that they could now no longer see her, but she trusted they would follow her instructions. Until they found out why Escobar was here, no one would know if he could be trusted to any extent or not.
Escobar changed form and stood before her.
"You have changed," he said to her. "What is different?"
"I have my memory back," Khaat said.
"And your voice as well," he said. "Excellent."
"Tell me. Why have you made contact with my daughter?"
"This place is unplottable," Escobar shrugged.
"And intended to remain that way," Khaat said. "Why did you need to know where it is?"
"Have I made a move to harm her? Or you?" Escobar asked her. "No."
"Answer my question," she said quietly.
"You are being hunted and watched," Escobar said.
"I am always hunted and watched," she said. "That is not different."
"This is very different," Escobar said. "They are aggressive. They mean to kill you."
"They always mean to kill me. This isn't new."
"This is. They've been working on a new creature. Tinkering with genetics. This creature is a werewolf but his is abnormally large even for a werewolf. He remains fully transformed. He is kept in chains and under their imperious curse. He is designed as a killing machine. And they're going to bring him at some point to find you, specifically."
"Are you here to help them?" she asked.
"No," he said firmly. "Of course not. If I had wanted you dead, I'd have done that myself long ago. Your guards, as good as you think they are, have never met anything like this. I am an immortal. You cannot do this without me, and so I am here."
"What do you need from me? Or from my staff?"
"Stay out of my way," Escobar said in a low tone. This creature made him angry.
"They aren't going to do that," Khaat said. "If they come, my staff will fight."
"And they will be killed," he said.
"That is a risk they have all agreed to take," she said. Escobar sighed and paced and then whirled on her in anger.
"You have no clue what this is or how to defeat it," he said. "You are mere mortals. You don't stand a chance."
"Why does this matter to you?" she asked softly. "There was a time you wanted to kill me yourself."
"No," he replied. "I never ever wanted to kill you. I offered you immortality...."
"You care, don't you?"
"I am one of the undead," Escobar said coldly. "My heart died hundreds of years ago. I care for nothing."
"Fine," she said. "Then you are content to remain out here in the snow for however long it takes?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. I am," he said.
"Suit yourself," she said, turning to head back to the house, "But stay away from my children." He returned to his other form and took back to the trees, and she returned to the house.