"Flat out," he said, "Its not safe for either of you to be here tonight. I was chasing a murderer, and I got a tip he was in this neighborhood earlier this evening. Its maddening because we've been chasing him for years. And he always just sort of slips away, time after time.
"But, we'll be safe at the estate tonight, and we'll be safe in Italy tomorrow. You haven't met my grandfather yet, but if there is one man this criminal is afraid of, its my grandfather. He's an old man, but don't let that fool you. I still have a lot to learn before I can begin to match his skills. I've learned that its not the young wizards people need to be worried about. Its the old, well practiced fellows that have the real power," he smiled.
Angus had a tight bond with his grandfather, Edward Donohue. Edward had gained his fame and fortune hunting and slaying dangerous, troublesome werewolves. Edward brought, to some werewolves, the same fear that the legendary Van Helsing brought to some vampires. And, because of Edward's reputation, the Donohue family compound in Tuscany had been built to be one of the safest places Angus had ever known. If he wanted Rose and Bella to be safe and to enjoy the Italian life, the Donohue compound was the place to be based out of.
When the cakes were done, he removed them from the oven, flicked his wand at them to cast a cooling spell and then sliced them horizontally into multiple thin layers, put the deep fudgy icing on each layer, along with some toasted coconut and some slivered almonds, and finished it by letting rich dark chocolate ganache drizzle over the top and down the sides, leaving a glossy dark finish to the mile high cake and added some special wizarding sparkling sprinkles to the cake to make it glitter and shine.
"Now--if we can keep Rose out of it until after the main course," he grinned at Bella. "That might be the tough part."