"No," Michael replied when Jess. "I doubt that he is going to take time for food. He's got a lot to do. He's feeling that he has not only the organization to run and the estate, but also the security department at the hospital, some of Robert's and Khaat's duties at St Mungos that he can handle for them, and some of the duties in the law enforcement department at the Ministry since there is no head of law enforcement right now.
"Not to mention the fact Eli hasn't shown his bloody face in response to the fact that someone tried to kill the only woman who has been any sort of an appropriate parent to him. He hasn't made any sort of official ministry statement, didn't even show up to see if she was alive. Someone has to deal with the bloody press. So he's doing that too.
"He has to coordinate chasing James, his daughter's been petrified, and his wife is in critical condition and in hiding at home instead of in the hospital where she belongs, and he's just found out that she's pregnant. His father in law has been cursed, and is very little help. And that's just the top of his list."
Michael was finding himself feeling very fatherly towards Brian at the moment, and feeling a bit sorry for the young man who was shouldering a large part of the wizarding world on his shoulders. He felt sorry for the weight Brian now carried and for the fact that in the years to come, no one would even know that he was holding so much together for so many.
"You should have called when he hurt her," a deep voice said from behind Michael. The voice had a thick latin voice. Michael was startled enough that he cut his hand with the large cleaver that he'd been cutting carrots with. He spun around, blood from his hand flying all over the counter. Behind him stood Emilio Escobar.
"How the hell did you get in here?" Michael scowled, leveling the bloody cleaver at Escobar.
"Appetizers?" Escobar asked, looking at the blood dripping off the cleaver. "But no thank you. I ate before I came. I'm not the one you need to worry about. Upstairs, is she? I'll find my own way."
"The hell you will," Michael said, protective.
"Wait," Angus said cautiously.
"Do you think I'm here to eat her or something?" Escobar found Michael's protectiveness amusing. "If I had wanted that, I'd have done that by now. You have a king sized werewolf who is about to go on a serial killing rampage through your country, and if you don't stop him, he's going to go through the rest of the world. You need every able bodied fighter you can get. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going up to see her."
"Let him go," Angus said. He saw his grandfather standing at the foot of the stairs. Escobar turned and looked at Edward.
"Well, if it isn't Van Helsing," Escobar said sarcastically.
"Emilio Escobar. You still live?" Edward said. "You cannot add her to one of your collections."
"I have no desire to," Escobar replied. "Your forces cannot keep her safe. Perhaps I should not have left her."
"Touch her, and I will kill you," Edward said.
"Your threats are as old and empty as you are, Old Man," Escobar laughed. He went up the stairs with an amazingly youthful spring in his step as he went upstairs. Michael was going to go after him.
"I don't think he's going to hurt her," Angus said. "Let him go. He seems to have come to help."