"I have no intention of losing her," Marcus said. "We won't be long." He wrapped himself around her and they ported out.
Losing the crops would mean they were less self sustaining. That would make them vulnerable until new crops could replace the ones that were lost. That got the attention of Brian, Robert, and Escobar--all three.
"Not good," Brian said. He looked at Escobar. "You stay with him. Kill anyone who doesn't belong. Don't bother with questions."
"I intended to," Escobar said. Robert shifted, wanting to get up. If there was a fight coming, he needed to be up. "Do you think you might manage to do this fight without needing to first shower and clean up to meet your enemies?" Escobar asked. "Must we really take time for that? Can't you just meet them as you are?" Robert nodded. Escobar handed him his wand. "Try to keep the pointy end towards the bad guys, would you?" He knew Robert really knew better, but he also wasn't trusting in his ability to battle the curse today. Robert merely scowled at him.
Marcus and Khaat ported into Diagon Alley and went straight to Sparks, to the kitchen door. Marcus took her into her office, and the two of them worked together to put in an enormous order that would keep their estate running for weeks without any noticeable shift in operations.
Khaat decided to break the order up into regular pick ups that Jack or Steven would need to manage at in irregular ways to avoid anyone following the orders back to the estate.
They'd been in Sparks for perhaps an hour, and they decided to leave the same way they came. Marcus looked outside, make a check, and saw nothing. Nothing.
"Quickly," he said to her. "Let's not waste time. Sun's going to be going down soon, and we need to get home." He took her hand, and they stepped outside, closing the kitchen door.
As soon as they had, something struck Marcus with blinding speed. It ripped him away from her. Hurled him into the brick wall and then down an outside stairwell. The last he heard before all went black was deep animalistic laughter.
Khaat had seen. She had seen James make a leap from a rooftop and land just in time to either hit or claw Marcus. She wasn't sure just which. Marcus was ripped from her, and she saw him hit the wall and fall down the stairwell.
"Marcus!" Khaat shrieked, terrified. The sight of James was, by itself, almost more than she could deal with anymore. But to face him without Marcus? That shook her too the core.
She utterly panicked. She apparated to the bottom of the stairwell in front of Marcus's fallen form. He was stunned. She threw herself onto the ground and backed up tightly against Marcus. She drew her wand, intending to shield him herself. James leaped into the stairwell, laughing.
He saw her baby belly and it made him laugh.
"I think I'll keep the cubs," he said to her with a hiss. "I'll take you, and I'll keep the cubs. A three for one sale."
Marcus was waking and saw that Khaat was not about to surrender him under any circumstances. He wasn't about to betray to James that he was fully awake now. Instead, it only took a very slight movement that was well hidden behind her to hit his emergency alarm.
He was hoping to hell that Jack would respond and draw James off from Khaat enough that he could get her out of here and get her home.