"I expect to be watched. If I'm not, they're idiots," Brian said calmly, unfazed.
Back at Robert's farm, Kate had gone back to her room and dressed. Then she splurged and had breakfast sent in from Sparks. They'd sent in a big pan full of scrambled eggs, one of fried potatoes, one of sausages, and a large platter full of assorted breakfast pastries. Kate had set them out on the sideboard to let everyone pick what they wanted.
By then, Robert, Nigel, Michael and Edward were all up, along with Khaat and Abbey. Angus was awake, and he was very uncomfortable. The pain spell had worn off, and he was in a lot of pain this morning. He had gotten up and had made it into the bathroom to wash up, comb his hair, shave, and change. He had had to settle for jeans. That was it. Jeans. He couldn't begin to manage a shirt over the dressings and the sling. He had had to use a glamour spell to do the shaving. Using a straight razor with the limited mobility he had was not a good thought, so he used the glamour spell instead to take care of his hair and the shaving. At least he was cleaner, but that was about all he could say for it. He was deeply bruised today on his shoulder, his arm, his chest, his back, and his neck, and it was all coal black. And his surgical dressings were seeping through and discolored.
But he wanted coffee--badly, so he left the bedroom and went downstairs in his bare feet and heard the others in the dining room. He didn't want to dampen their appetites by seeing how badly he was bruised today now that the bruises were showing up. He got a mug down out of the cabinet and filled it with coffee and went out on the back porch. He was well aware, of course, that most British houses didn't have porches, but he loved the fact that Kate and Robert not only had a huge back porch but it was well used and well loved. It was very much like an outdoor living room, with plenty of comfortable furniture.
It wasn't ten minutes before Robert came out.
"Well, how are you feeling?" Robert asked, sitting with him.
"Achy," Angus confessed.
"I bet it's more than that, just looking at that dressing and those bruises. You clearly took a horrendously vicious attack. That's some of the most severe bruising I've seen in awhile. Even Edward, for all his bruising, was nothing like this."
"Was it this color yesterday?" Angus asked, not remembering.
"No. Definitely not. I'll have Nigel come see to you straight away. He needs to see to that dressing anyway, but you don't need to be in that much pain."
"I'd rather have a shirt," Angus sighed.
"He probably would rather you didn't," Robert said, going in the house to send out Nigel to him.