Robert nodded, satisfied for the moment. He turned sharply on his heel and went straight to Khaat.
"Excuse me," Michael said, feeling Robert needed some handling at the moment, lest the curse make him react more than he wanted to. Robert reached out, impulsively, to want to grab her, and Marcus rose, stepping in front of her, putting out a restraining arm and blocking him from touching her.
Robert's fierce angry stare met Marcus's eyes. Marcus didn't move.
"You did tell me to protect her from everyone, Sir. 'Everyone' includes you," Marcus said quietly but firmly. Robert didn't move for a moment, then he lowered his arm.
"What's your question?" Michael asked Robert quietly. Robert signed to his daughter. "He wants to know what Fenrir Grayback wanted with you. And if anyone knew where you two were going."
"Grayback?" she was horrified. "No! No one! I swear! If he hurt Brian, I swear..."
"Steady," Michael said. "He's not hurt. Brian always did like running. It paid off for him. Seems like he just plain outran him."
"Nobody just plain outruns a werewolf," she said, furious.
"They do when they've got backup," Escobar said quietly. "Is that not what you asked us to do? Protect you and your family? That's what we did. He's fine. What does some moldy old dog want you?"
"I don't know, but I sure want him," she said, outraged. Marcus rolled his eyes. He was going to have to work twice as hard to keep her from going to hunt that most deadly werewolf of all time.