"I knew exactly what everyone would say, but that doesn't take away their right to know what's going on and to give their opinion," Angus told Ruby.
"Grazie," Rosaria smiled.
"I'm glad you like it, but it's all Simone's doing," Edward said. "I have no talent for it. It's all her."
"If it were left to him, it would be a bunch of worn out leather chars, a natty old rug, and weapons hung up all over the walls just to get them out of the way," Simone teased.
"She's absolutely right," Edward laughed, "because that's exactly what my potions lab upstairs looks like."
Marcus got a couple glasses of iced tea, one for Angus and one for himself. He automatically set the overbed table for Angus's lunch.
"Marcus," Angus asked, "how long is this room going to be a sickbay again?"
"Not long, I should think," Marcus said. "A week to ten days. Two tops. As soon as those sutures heal and you aren't at risk, I would guess. Restless already?"
"No," he said. "You know there's more fire coming this direction. Suzanne isn't finished, not nearly. That room in her cellar has my name on it, and she still has Priscilla and Dominic in the house. This is only a lull in the action. I'm just hoping to guess how long I've got before I have to toss myself back at them again."
"Don't think about it now," Marcus said. "I'll keep my eyes open, and Aria will too. If we see the slightest sign of trouble, we will let you know. But you know my job..."
"Don't you dare say your job is to stand in front of me. I'd much rather have you beside me, Mate," Angus said. "Fight with me, dont' fight for me." Marcus sighed.
"Alright. Fair enough," Marcus said, understanding Angus wanted a battle partner, not a bodyguard whenever trouble finally did come. Marcus could understand that.