"It was," Edward said to Jess. "I never like it when that happens."
Marcus went downstairs to see Khaat had set a pack spell into motion.
"Leaving, are we?" he asked.
"I am," she said. "You can't go with me this time."
"Bullshit," he said firmly. "That's my job. I go where you do. Look at me."
"I'm busy," she said, trying to fold a sweater with one hand.
"Oh, here, let me," he said, making quick work of it. He took hold of her and forced her to look at him. "I know you're afraid. If we need to run, then we run. But you don't do it without me. That's not an option."
"If I take you with me, you'll probably die trying to keep me alive. It'd be a suicide mission this time, Marcus. And I can't do that."
"Its not your choice," he told her. "Its not your life, if that's the mission. Its mine. I'll spend it how I please." He flicked his wand at his bag, to set his own pack spell in motion. "Taking our bags, are we?"
"No. I'm going to shrink mine and tuck it in Brian's bag. He can't come along. He's not strong enough. He can't know my bag is there."
"Oh, give it here, would you?" he sighed. He shrank it and tucked it into his own. "Shrinking things twice is generally a really bad idea. Too much trouble getting the back to size. Leave the bags to me. Where are we going, exactly?"
"London--I think," she said.
"You'll have to be a bit more specific," he said.
"I'm working on it," she replied